Sometimes you should listen to your head, sometimes you should listen to you heart and sometimes you should listen to your rather wise other half. Advise I should have taken before watching Into the Blue.
If you had to look up T&A in your special acronym dictionary, this film would quoted as a perfect example. The acting is so wooden, you don’t know where the beautiful yatchs end and the pretty people begin.
The film in fact did so little to hold my attention that during a scene where a drug dealer pulls out $30,000 from a boat’s equivalent of a glove compartment, I could only think of the various ways in which he could be getting higher returns on his money. I amused myself till the end of the movie with visions of him steering his yatch upto a floating branch of HSBC and discussing high yield savings accounts.
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I’m not sure if we’re on the same plane here? :/ Into the Blue is the kind of film that will reinvigorate the intellectual cinema goer’s love for a challenge, think ‘Memento’ meets ‘Finding Nemo’. Not since the cerebral “The Fast and the Furious” has there been an epic which breaks ground with the use of state of the art underwater camera technology (clingfilm on a Digicam) but tackles such taboo subjects as allowing the main protagonists to be blue eyed, blonde haired (criminally underrepresented demographic in the mainstream media) divers. With Cinematography that only a Butlins goer could dream of and actors that would make a midlander exclaim “I’d ‘ave some of that”, Into the Blue truly validates the use of one’s eyes and ears. A Cinematic Triumph.