Into the Blue
You know Into the Blue
The surprise is that this thriller is actually quite good, better than more ambitious recent efforts like After the Sunset. Even if Jessica Alba and Paul Walker aren’t big names like Sunset had, the plot is tighter and more plausible — skin-divers looking for buried treasure exposed by a recent hurricane in the Bahamas find it, along with a nearby crashed plane full of cocaine — and the actors throw themselves into the admittedly not-amazing dialogue with real commitment.
The only real issue in the movie is that Paul Walker is apparently half-dolphin, able to hold his breath for a half-hour at a time. The first time he does this, another character is impressed that he can hold his breath for three minutes at a time. Later in the movie, they’re all doing a lot more than that, in areas where they can’t conveniently get more air, and no one seems to think it’s remarkable at all. There’s also several uncontrolled ascents that scuba divers will wince as they watch — several of the characters should be laid up with the bends at different points in the movie, and possibly have serious damage to their hearing — but otherwise, the filmmakers show a generally strong understanding of diving, both scuba and otherwise.
This is a light and breezy entertainment, to be sure, but a better use of your time than most such films. A strong recommendation for scuba diving movie-watchers, those who just love tropical locations and, of course, anyone interested in lots of sequences of Jessica Alba in a bikini.
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