Bridge to Nowhere was Ian Mune’s second film. It was quickly made following the local success that Mune had had with Came a Hot Friday. It’s an efficient and not-too-badly made variation on the wilderness survival horror story – although Deliverance (1972) did it all better one can’t help feeling. The cliches of the genre are conducted with a minimum of fuss, and one or two twists added – like taking some sympathy for the backwoods psycho of the piece and making the antagonist and the leader of the group about as crazy as one another. If the film has any underlying motif it is that sexual frustration makes guys go crazy – Philip Gordon goes off the deep end because he can’t screw Margaret Umbers; Bruno Lawrence’s backwoods farmer seems normal until catching Gordon peeping on the flaky Alison Routledge bathing naked drives him overboard into a fit of jealousy.

The cast are far more professional than one expects of the material – one can see them evidently being frustrated by the frequent banality of some of the lines they have to deliver. By now Bruno Lawrence had patented the crazed Man Alone role so much that he could do it in his sleep. But as with most of Ian Mune’s work there is nothing particularly remarkable about the film.