I don’t usually write reviews – the concept in itself is vaguely disgusting to my mind.

In Her Line of Fire is, on the surface, a run—of—the—mill first person shooter – X runs around jungle Y killing superior, but evil and incompetent, bandits Z. We’ve seen it before; it has been done well, and it has been done badly.

This time, however, the formulae has been changed. There’s a heroinne who wield the firepower and – possibly because it is a she – she’s not perfect. The vice—president isn’t perfect either, but he’s not a whimp; neither is the token journalist. The bad guys are not all bad, nor is their story entirely linear and straight—laced.

Granted – the director could have done a better job, the special effects lads and lasses could have removed most of the very polished roads from the jungle, and the actors could, on occation, have acted. Then again, Space Cadets and Secret Service agents are all supposed to carry an expression as if carved from finest hardwood.

It was worth the watch, if only for the kiss. So that’s how to shut someone up! Do they teach that in the USMC, I wonder …