… one fuckin’ disturbing movie!
nothin’ gory or bloody, no great acting or special effects, just just downright disturbing…
No. I have entirely too much shark/awful things with teeth phobia as it is. I spend a lot of time in the ocean.
I saw it. It dragged in parts, but it was scary. Especially the part near the end, when it’s night. I was on the edge of my seat at that point.
I saw this just a few days ago, rather enjoyed it. They weren’t stupid- I didn’t see a single thing they could’ve done that would’ve improved their situation too much… they were pretty much screwed from the get-go.
I saw it, and thought it was a good movie. I’m surprised it hasn’t gotten more coverage. It did at first and then…fizzle.
Minority voice here: I didn’t like the film.
It wasn’t anything extremely special, but I liked it. I agree that the nighttime scene was especially tension-filled.
On a light note, I watched the “making of” special on the DVD, and the director, outlining what he looked for in his leads, said that the woman “needed” to be willing to do a nude scene. 
It seemed to me that the nude scene was completely gratuitous. Not that I didn’t enjoy it.
Well, they could probably have avoided it if, during the initial dive, they had kept some other divers in sight and/or gone back to the boat early. The husband later admitted that he knew of divers being left behind in the past, so he was foolish to entirely rely on the crew getting a correct head count.
That was my problem with it. Just when it started getting really good–it was over. I don’t have a problem with the way it ended, but the ending should have been drawn out more.
This is what’s called an existential nightmare. I like to identify the point in a story at which the events become inevitable, ie, if I, knowing what happens, could hop into the body of one of the characters to change the outcome, when would it be too late for me to do anything. This one comes very early.
Not really. Divers are left behind so rarely that it’s the same thing as saying someone’s foolish because they don’t manually check their brake fluid every time they get behind the wheel.
I really liked the story- scary as hell, and I enjoyed the movie, but the acting was really terrible and stilted.
And as far as the nude scene being so necessary, I couldn’t get over the fact that when the lead woman was naked, the sheet was bunched up between her thighs so that her buh-gina was not visible. If it’s so vital to her character that she be naked, let her be naked. If you’re going to have to do something bizarre to cover her naughtier parts, put a pair of underpants on her, jeez.
ZJ
I rented it and the guy at the counter told me how terrible it was, and that it was the first time the manager of the store told employees to tell people that, because people were coming back upset. Well, I rented it anyway, watched the first 20 minutes then fast forwarded through the bulk and caught the last 10 minutes. I got the gist of it, and didn’t really get bored. win win 
I didn’t like it. The premise was great but the movie was boring. I kept waiting for something, anything, to happen. There were too many slow parts. The nude scene was completely unnecessary.
I remember watching the show “Vanished,” with Diane Sawyer, several years ago when she covered the true story this was based on. That creeped me out even more than the sharks did in this one.
Bite your tongue.
It was absolutley a necessary part of that character’s development. Give me a minute and I’ll come up with a good justifi, uh, reason for it.
Oh, here’s a good one. Her being naked and emotionally vulnerable foreshadows that feeling of being emotioanally naked and physically vulnerable later on in the movie.
There, absolutley essential character development.
I saw it last weekend. It dragged a bit. The sharks seemed pretty accurate in their behavior, as opposed to the demonic chaotic evil Jaws type. See something, bump it, check it out, maybe take a taste. Maybe take a chunk while chasing a school of fish. The 2 divers were just screwed from the start. If anyone was stupid, it was the guy who should have taken a better head count before leaving them. Could he even count? I almost think he can’t.
Wow, you’re watching TV with Diane Sawyer? So, is her house as a big a mess as I’ve heard?
He counted two of the divers twice. The guy who forgot his mask, and the guy who went back down with him got counted on the boat, then when they got back on the boat later.
The problem is that a head count is a lousy system for keeping track of a large group. I’ve taken enough kids on feild trips to know. You do a name check before leaving any place where passengers have gotten off. If you have language barriers, you can assign each person a number and give them a numbered tag to return (this was the system used when my brother went diving a couple of summers ago).
Nah, the problem wasn’t that he counted badly, the problem was that counting is a lousy system of making sure everyone gets back, and of course, they left early. Regardless of the head count, this should not have been done.
I saw it recently and I found it disturbing. I will be sure that if I ever go on a dive boat I will make sure they actually do name counts and not head counts. My boyfriend who knows absolutley nothing about diving wondered why they didn’t count the air tanks, too.
I had heard talk when it first came out that there was a case of a couple this happened to that were never found and another couple that spent about a day in the water and were rescued. I didn’t know which story the movie was based on so I wasn’t sure how it would end.
The nude scene confused me, too, but not because she was nude. I am not married but I know that if I take off all my clothes and sit on the bed my boyfriend will assume this means I want sex. So this woman gets naked and then gets cozy with the hubby and then decides she doesn’t want sex. Heh. Okay, so maybe she always paraded around nude and it didn’t mean she wanted sex but that just didn’t seem right.
You know…“This is [name of TV show] with [name of host].”
Or it’s a misplaced modifier.
I’m flexible.