John Stockwell –
2005 – USA
100% pure eye
candy. You can barely take your eyes off
the film’s outdoor and underwater scenes and yet when it’s over you are
thoroughly malnourished. This could potentially
have been some kind of left-field masterpiece if only three-quarters of the
plot had been discarded. Paul Walker and
Jessica Alba, (shamelessly vying for the hottest-couple-of-the-year award),
live like beatniks in the Bahamas where Walker ekes out a living as a scuba
guide and Alba just cavorts around in bikinis and cut-off’s, looking
cute-as-can-be. There is some sunken
pirate treasure somewhere in the area, (in shark-infested waters, I might add),
and their pipe dream is to someday stumble across it. I wish this was all that the movie was about,
but unfortunately, there is also the thick primary plot involving a cocaine
shipment lost in a plane crash, drug smugglers large and small, an unscrupulous
rival boat owner, and a smarmy friend and his girlfriend who arrive to screw
everything up with their thoughtless greed.
It’s a ton of melodrama for such a short and presumably simple movie. The photography is stunning, both above and
below the water. Unfortunately, every
time the plot kicks in, which is a lot, it’s just one eye-roll-inducing cliché
after another while you wish we’d never gotten out of the water. But at least one or two bad guys get eaten by
a shark at the end; that counts for something.
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