"This could be the best night of my life," splutters Cockney alarm installer Adam (Dyer)after a knee-trembler in the woods with foxy client Alice (Anderson) at a posh party thrown by her boss.

However, it proves to be anything but after she's raped across the bonnet of her Lexus and he gets his face split five ways by a gruesome gang of rural nutters on their way home.

Profoundly traumatised, things only get worse for the shell-shocked Alice when she forces herself back to work to discover she's missed the message that her father's died.

Heading to his country home - coincidentally just a few miles from where she was attacked - Alice almost totals a pack of horseriders with her car...only to recognise one hunting type as part of the gang who assaulted her.

Installing herself and the potty-mouthed Cockernee in dad's old cottage, the pair plot their gruesome revenge with the help of an old Lee Enfield rifle and Adam's knowledge of complex alarm systems.

After drawing the viewer in with a Straw Dogs-style set-up, writer/director Dan Reed totally squanders any build-up of dread with a conclusion so swift and illogical you suspect a reel's gone missing.

With a taut running time of just 75 minutes, this is one of those rare occurrences where we could have done with another quarter of hour of back-story and exposition.

Instead, the villains remain enigmatic to the point of incomprehension and a sub-plot involving the the young daughter of the psycho-loons makes absolutely no sense at all.

Dyer continues in Shane Richie-in-waiting mode. Is there any movie - from The Business to Severance - where he doesn't do Class A Drugs? What's he on? Just say no, Danny.

Anderson does her best with a critically underwritten role and lends proceedings a bit of dramatic ballast as the victim consumed with mind-shattering reserves of revenge.

Still, it's not enough. As the final credits unexpectely pop you're left wondering: "what's all that about then?"

Tim Evans