Review: Furry Vengeance

One hates to sound cruel, but when a film's main assets are a paunchy Brendan Fraser, a gurning Brooke Shields and an array of 'spunky' forest wildlife it hardly screams 'must-see'. The promotional material for this cinematic thrill-ride into Hell brings to mind the myriad shitty comedies many of us had to watch as drooling, imbecilic children back in the '90s, starring similarly washed-up entertainers (Flubber, Doctor Doolittle and the Look Who's Talking franchise come to mind, despite the years of therapy aimed at the contrary).