You know, sometimes, when you're on a boat, fishing and frolicking with your best friend and your best gal, and your best friend's best gal, and your best friend's drunken sea captain's best bottle of whiskey, the idea of jumping ship to explore that strangely deserted island that no-one has ever heard of and isn’t on the charts just seems too darn good an idea to let pass. And if anyone ever did think about the logical reasons why not to go, then we would of course be seventy minutes short of time. Let’s think for a moment about what Ralph Brooke, writer, director, producer, might have done better with this seventy minutes...