47 Meters Down
Where’s Mick Fanning and his shark-shocking, karate-chopping fist when you need it? 47 Meters Down, Hollywood’s latest contribution to the beloved underwater horror subgenre, finds its magic with equally palpable displays of heroism.
Sisters Lisa (Mandy Moore) and Kate (Australian Claire Holt) are vacationing together on the beaches of Mexico when some locals offer to take them shark diving on a sketchy looking boat hauling an even sketchier looking cage. It’s no great surprise, then, when the cable inevitably snaps plummeting the squabbling siblings – yep, you guessed it – 47 meters down to the ocean floor. With less than an hour’s worth of oxygen in their tanks and countless fat, hungry great white sharks circling, they must make a desperate dash for it before it’s too late.
More Sharknado than Jaws, 47 Meters Down follows in the tradition of fun and frothy summer blockbusters turning hot girls and cheap thrills into gripping schlock. Its appeal is the same as the Kardashians’: tacky and dumb but entertaining AF. Grab some popcorn, turn off your phone and prepare to scream yourself stupid.
A film that’ll have you laughing at it as much as with it, at the end of the day it’s a blessing that summer, for all of us on the Goldy, is still many months off. Hopefully, by then, the nightmare of shiny, sharp shark chompers ripping into your flesh will be nothing but a terrifying distant memory.
47 Meters Down opens in cinemas today.