Survival Island Reviews

''Don't think about him, he doesn't deserve you. Let's dance''

A millionaire and his wife are shipwrecked after a yachting accident with their former servant, Manuel.

Kelly Brook: Jennifer

Three equals Cast Away mixed with Titanic: The Sequel divided by two men and a lady.
Kelly Brook gets to flash her body off for the entire film, while making the most of the two men at her disposal.
Billy Zane can't act to save his life, and this again proves that his hit Titanic maybe was a fluke.
Juan Pablo Di Pace as Manuel is a new comer and you really feel sorry for him that he's been lumped into this shoddy film. Saying that he's got some great love making scenes with Brook, which aren't too bad but this isn't what makes a good film. No plot and no structure, I love Kelly Brook but just having her as eye candy isn't going to fly with me unfortunately.

Also contains a voodoo backstory to accompany the near invisible plot but this is mostly irrelevant. The film is simply a blatant excuse for glamour model Kelly Brook to wander around on a beach wearing very little or nothing. There is simply nothing else of interest for our minds to chew on.
Pace broods inconsequentially while Zane shows what a bad Actor he is by giving us an American millionaire who can't keep his lines together or a straight face for two seconds.

Without a link to normal people drenched world, things start to go Lord of the flies(Adult Version) in isolation, where your knowledge, money and social status mean squat and you are measured by your primal abilities, I.e. hunt for food, build a shelter, the woman truly becomes a trophy as the cabana boy finally has his day, being supreme to the so called Millionare Builder/Designer.

Now I believe some people would call this movie thin and question the main trio's proceedings. Well for those sore comments I say, they're pretty accurate. If you want proof to that extent, watch 2 episodes of Celebrity Island. The darker side of people is back-stabbing, oversexed, lying, cheating, provocative... and violent. So why couldn't Three manage to get this across? Director Stewart Raffill was obviously asleep alot at film school to produce this embarrassment.

The film results in a scatteringly shot mess, with several glaring continuity gaps and pondering as to the fact, when good old Kelly is going to take her clothes off next makes up the consistency of the dramatic tension. To many lusty males out there, this isn't going to be a problem.

For me though Three is a flawed movie that begins just like when it finishes, like a bottle of coke being opened only to realize it's flat. A disappointing effort, which isn't so much a film but more of a Kelly Brook calender session that moves.