If you'd ever idly wondered what Steve Bing was doing when he wasn't dodging Liz Hurley's paternity accusations then look no further.

His mind must have been on other things when he co-scripted this desperately derivative smirk-a-thon which also suffers the dead hand of Coyote Ugly director McNally.

If a herd of flatulent camels competing with Anthony Anderson in a windbreaking competition is your idea of cutting edge comedy, then you'll be happy.

Otherwise steer clear of this listless yarn only slightly redeemed by Walken wasted as a psychotic mobster (does he do anything but psychotic these days?).

Brooklyn boys Charlie (O'Connell) and Louis (Anderson) have been despatched down under by Charlie's stepfather Sal (Walken) to deliver a package.

They find out it's $50,000 in bills only to lose it in the pocket of Louis' "lucky" coat... which he happens to have draped on the back of a giant Red Kangaroo.

The luckless pair had collided with the creature and Louis, ever the card, decided to take some polaroids of the "roadkill" dressed in his clothes.

Unfortunately, the roo - a clever combination of trained animals and SFX - recovered, dusted itself down and hopped off into the outback with their money... so the chase is on.

Things start off brightly enough in New York when the hapless pair "bring the heat" to a warehouse stuffed with stolen goods belonging to Sal.

The action moves fast and the gags fire quickly... but once they land in Australia, any spark disappears and the plot limps along all too predictably.

There's some passable setpieces - notably a bi-plane flight with a drugged pilot - but more often it looks as if the ideas were jotted down on the back of a Fosters beermat.

It might look a bit better after a crate of tinnies.

Tim Evans