Operating at the extremer edges of capitalism's unacceptable face, a skip tracer is a man who pulls your legs off if you don't repay his company's loan. What might have been another action flick of routine Sweeneyish nastiness is lent a worthwhile extra dimension by the psychological tensions that the job clearly entails - all that externalised aggro is seen as just another sign of internal fear and loathing. David Peterson carries the film single-handed, playing the tracer as mean as a wired ferret, until the pressure tells and he hits the slide. Some scenes and most of the supporting cast are best excused by Vancouver's general lack of a glorious cinematic heritage; but there's still enough low-budget energy and lurking menace to mark it up as a genuine curio. CPea.