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The Crocodile Hunter: Collision Course Review

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A C.I.A. satellite crashes in the Australian outback, prompting a rescue mission to stop it falling into the wrong hands. Unfortunately, it's fallen into the wrong crocodile's stomach - enter the true Crocodile Hunter, Steve Irwin.

★★★★★

Where did it all go right? Much as Empire idolises Animal Planet's dangerous beasts wrangler Steve Irwin, the thought of his feature film debut was only slightly preferable to a cobra bite. Yet Collision Course is good fun.

Two reasons: director Stainton wisely ignores all postmodern urges to lampoon Irwin, instead letting the real actors bluster about in what feels like a different film, while the Irwins do their own "education through near-death experiences" thing.

And what a thing it is, as everybody's favourite khaki-wearing loon makes Jackie Chan look like a wuss - after all, that's him kissing the world's most poisonous snake in scenes more tense than many a blockbuster.

Ultimately, it's hard not to like a man who grabs the arse of every creature he meets and calls it "mate". Yes, even his wife.

It’s like channel-hopping between an Irwin documentary and an episode of The Flying C.I.A. Vets.

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