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.