Gird your loins for a safari of animalistic desire and side-splitting shenanigans

WHAT would you get if you combined the pelvic-thrusting allure of Magic Mike, the drool factor of Baywatch, and the freewheeling camaraderie of Girls Trip? Well, wonder no more.

- DEBASHINE THANGEVELO

Brett Michael Innes has done just that with Khaki Fever, a film that makes you question whether the premise is built on truth or an exaggerated urban myth.

Either way, this R-rated offering will leave viewers weak-kneed and breathless from the laughter.

Having recently attended the 13th Silwerskerm Film Festival, I had the opportunity to see the film before its Showmax debut next Friday.

It was such a surreal experience, especially having the actors, crew and director in the audience. In the Q&A session after the screening, they let the audience in on behind-the-scenes shenanigans during the shoot.

This fun-filled offering offers thrills beyond the Big 5 in the most uproarious way.

It centres on a group of close-knit game rangers working at Zalisa Lodge, a family-owned private game reserve in South Africa, run by Anel (Trix Vivier), who is a stickler for rules.