Crikey! An unexpected intro leads you into a whirlwind of outback adventure. This over-the-top adventure takes you through an unforgettable experience in the down-under. Steve Irwin is at the top of his game in this thrilling quest around some of Australia's most dangerous territories. While Irwin's experience in the back country will enthrall you, his love and passion for wildlife will implore you. When it comes to loving nature and its inhabitants, no one compares to Steve Irwin. His and Terri's fervor for wildlife is undeniably present throughout the film. Picture this: a U.S. Military Intelligence Satellite disintegrates, and the only remnant – an over-sized black box that has unexpectedly landed within the jaws of the world's most feared reptile – a CROCODILE!! Expert crocodile hunter Steve Irwin is recruited to save said crocodile after an Australian cattle rancher has vowed to destroy it for the crimes it has committed upon her cattle. Meanwhile, U.S. officials have sent in an elite team of agents to collect the elusive black box. Will the poachers be able to save the lost evidence before Steve and Terri can save the Croc from inhumane treatment on behalf of the U.S. Government? Only time (and of course a few harrowing adventures through the outback) will tell! If you love snakes, government conspiracy, tarantulas, and international intrigue, then you will love this movie. Steve and Terri are in their element, bringing passion, education, and excitement to the big screen. Brilliant storytelling really brings this tale of danger and bravery together. This movie is so full of excitement; it'll make Jack Hanna quiver in his boots.

Some people say Steve Irwin's larrikin antics and gregarious personality are only an act. Watch this film: it's obvious he can't act.Steve Irwin, dangerman star of the small screen in his *Crocodile Hunter Diaries*, *Croc Files* and eponymous *Crocodile Hunter* series (you see a naming trend here, or is it just me?), rockets his larger-than-strife persona to the big screen with *Crocodile Hunter: Collision Course* (yup – there's a definite trend of words beginning with 'C') - basically an episode of *Crocodile Hunter* mashed together with a B-Movie.On a mission to relocate a big croc to save it from being shot by an eccentric farmer (Magda Szubanski), Steve and wife Terri are unaware that the croc is being tracked by American spies (Lachy Hulme and Kenneth Ransom), out to recover a spy satellite beacon it has swallowed. Will it hurt my credibility to say "They're on a Collision Course with Wackiness"? (what credibility? - Ed note.)The plot is irrelevant, as it is Steve's animal magnetism that propels the film. If you find his persona trying, the film is a failure, but if you're a fan of either him (as a businessman, conservationist or just plain ass-klown) or his television shows, expect more of the same on a wide-screen budget.John Stainton, faithful liege, best mate and helmer of the Crocodile Hunter *oeuvre* (can it be called that with a straight face?), writes and directs with the same provincial swagger that made Steve a household wildlife jester.The most jarring aspect of this movie is that Steve (one of the few people for whom you can actually hear the exclamation points going by as he speaks) and Terri (Steve's spouse of 10 years, fiercest ally and closest friend) treat it like it IS one of their documentaries, breaking the "fourth wall" and speaking directly to the camera, whilst all the other characters behave as if they're in a bad movie (well…). It wouldn't be so incongruous if Steve and Terri were kept separated from the rest of the characters – but when the Bad Americans constantly threaten Steve's life, we Confused Viewers must ask ourselves why the indifferent camera crew doesn't at least call the cops if not try to poke the bad guys in the eye with the boom mics, or run screaming into the bush – anything but continue filming casually with great lighting, crisp audio and seven action angles. While Terri is unfairly painted as Steve's mildly incompetent sidekick (her acting consists of boldly inept line reads and gadding about in pear-shaped-buttock-hugging jeans - for the last, I'm not complaining), Steve goes about his business-as-usual of show-and-tell with creatures intent on killing him, doing all his stunts himself because, well, to him they're not really stunts, just a Day At The Office. Of course, watching this madman's koo-koo adventures after his tragic death in September 2006 casts a strange detachment over the proceedings. But to those of us who never met him, this kind of malarkey (as well as various incarnations of the *Crocodile Hunter* series in constant re-runs) keeps him as alive as ever in our crocodile burrows. The wrenching reality of his absence will only be apparent to those nearest him. And I truly wish them the best in following in his outsize footprints… So enjoy this diversion for what it is – a half-baked movie featuring a full-on legend. He died doing what he loved – interacting with wildlife - and he could never have asked for more of his first feature film in portraying him doing just that.(Movie Maniacs, visit: poffysmoviemania.com)

Although this movie doesn't really deserve 10/10, it was highly entertaining. I gave it a 10 out of respect. This movie is a nice blend between a Hollywood picture and Steve Irwin's documentaries. It may be a little annoying at times - with the switching cameras and scenes - but it doesn't spoil the fun. The storyline might not be that great, but hey Steve didn't got famous for his movies, but his show. You'll hear a lot "crikey" and "ain't it a beauty " - some of Steves famous one liners - during the movie, in his funny Australian accent. This alone is a reason to watch this movie. ;] The only negative thing about this movie is the really bad acting of his wive, Terri, but ala you can't have everything. I can recommend this movie to anyone who grew up with Steve Irwin or used to watch him in the past, or anyone else who liked his show.

Steve Irwin is a big loud-mouthed Ozzie. He habitually talks directly into the camera- about the next big cool thing he's going to do. About the next deadly beast he's gonna wrangle. And then he does it. In America we might call a person such as this a "good old boy", whilst laughing up our sleeves. This is just wrong. There are Americans who are just like good old Steve. Far too few. Some Americans like to fish around in a stream, looking for a big old catfish, in whose mouth a man might stick his entire forearm. This is called "noodling". The man then raises up the big-ass catfish and flops the catch onto the bank. This man I call a "man". Steve Irwin is completely brave. He is remarkable. He is a talented, but yet amateur actor. His wife the same. This movie is an extension of his TV show, where he routinely handles deadly creatures with great skill. I say: Good on him. All the creatures on this earth are blessed creatures. Mr Irwin demonstrates this clearly when he slams the brakes on the Landrover and stops to handle and then basically massage a highly venomous killer snake as if it were a family pet, 2 minutes into this uncut scene. This is really good for the soul of a man. The plot of this movie is extraneous-about CIA spies and NRO officials and a downed satellite that ends up in a crocodile's gullet. Steve Irwin and his wife are beautiful creatures who walk this earth with great skill and love. I love these people. I hope and pray I might someday be as fine as they seem to be. This is a family feature that just makes a man feel great to be alive. How do you describe a man like Irwin who asks his wife to " lie on top of the crocodile while I go ashore"? Or a wife who covers the eyes of a croc to help it stay calm? Perhaps I am naive. Go lie on top of a wild crocodile and report back to me. Postscript: Steve Irwin is now dead, as of yesterday circa 11am in the Great Barrier Reef. A stingray somehow found a way to stab Irwin right in the heart with its stinger. How odd is that? Mr Irwin and his cameraman perhaps surrounded the bull-ray in shallow water and the ray just struck out in self defense. Right in the heart. That is phenomenal. The guy who wrote Kitchen Confidential, Anthony Bourdain, speaks of the slaughter of a gigantic pig in Spain, attempted by four adult men, who were kicked in the testicles repeatedly by the putupon pig, in a very consistent manner. Coincidence? I don't think so. The assumption of people that animals are stupid-that they are plastic or malleable or stupid-or more importantly-that they have no theological/existential/metaphysical sense is perhaps a mistake of our human race. This sounds illogical. It sounds squishy and unfounded. It insults our intelligence. Such as it is. Human beings are a beautiful gift in themselves to the world. They cannot be correctly described in their brilliance and majesty and wonder. I suspect that we human beings have fallen short in our estimation of animals. We turn them into hamburger and gloves and lipstick- and yet we know nothing-in truth- about them. They are space-aliens to us, because we do not live in their skins. I submit Steve Irwin loved every gosh-darned animal he ever met. I cry over his death. Life is a ridiculous assertion.