This chick goes on vacation with her dog of a husband (we know he's a dog because they keep flashing back to the time she busted him like every five minutes. Alright, we get it already. Christ.) and everything is going as well as can be expected (he doesn't bring any hookers up to their room or anything) until he goes to the john and never comes back. Now if this was Mexico it's conceivable that he could be in there for years - if not the rest of his life - but they're in the Caribbean so eventually she calls in the fuzz. Nobody takes her seriously though (I wouldn't either; he's probably just off banging some hos), plus there's this whole language barrier deal so she can barely order drinks much less figure out what to do. It's a lot like that movie Frantic, except not so stupid (newsflash, idiots: most people in Paris speak a little English). For a while this movie strings us along by pretending voodoo is involved, but in the end it turns out that it really was the husband's dick getting him into trouble yet again! Ha! I would've preferred zombies, but that's still pretty funny. The first half of this flick is actually pretty good, but by the end it's a total disaster. The wrap-up is especially annoying: the main chick just stands there while everyone else and his brother (literally) saves the day. Seriously, could this twat be any less proactive? If she's this passive in bed it's no wonder her man is looking for it elsewhere.