While off-roading to see some of the elusive wildlife, little David has to 'go poopy'. This causes a mild problem in such an unpredictable environment. So, armed with the tour guide and his trusted rifle, they head for the nearest bush to chop some logs.

A moment of inattentiveness leads to a horrific stand-off. A pack of ferociously hungry lions, starved by the recent flood and sweltering heat, surround the family.

A foot-race back to the Jeep, where Mother and Daughter await in terror, ends in tragedy... Little poopy britches makes it, but the tour guide bites the dust. This leaves Mom and kids, alone in the Jeep, without the keys, in the middle of the vast African wilderness.

CUE OMINOUS MUSIC!!!

There is the prerequisite "Oh look, the keys are out there, precariously far from the vehicle" scene. So Bridget Moynahan dons her action chops and does exactly what you're not supposed to do when everything screams, "DON'T GO OUT THERE!" She goes after the keys.

That scene is quite brilliant, creating some pee-your-pants tension. It is a damn good thing that Bridget has legs like a gazelle... because she needs to run like one in that scene.

Tom, the father, has little luck with the authorities. Instead, he seeks out a rebel lion hunter named Crawford -- a man so removed from humanity that he can barely muster up conversation as he tracks the big cat scat.

Now, I am not going to give this film an excellent rating for a few reasons. Some of the lines and some of the intended scares are the definition of corny. The production values are quite obviously non-existent, and the director strains to make it all look somewhat more than it really is. And the ending is altogether ridiculous.

All that being said, I thought this was a perfect example of a Saturday afternoon thriller. There isn't too much meat on the bone and it evokes just as many giggles as it does jumps... but it has a certain charm that merits a mild recommendation. Just don't expect "Jurassic Park".