A group of American, English and Australian tourists becomes stranded when their bus crashes in the Brazilian jungle, then they are drugged and robbed—and their troubles are only beginning. Directed by John Stockwell from a first-time script by Michael Ross, this one should do for Brazilian tourism what Psycho did for small roadside motels. It’s grueling and unpleasant (even the few good-time party scenes are joyless and disagreeable), but brutally effective—with an accent on the “brute.” Some may shake their heads and wonder what pseudo-snuff films like this are doing to their souls, but, hey, let’s not go all prudish, eh? If you thought Saw was too subtle and understated, or that Hostel was strictly for pussies, have at it, brother—this is just your meat. In every sense of the word.