Come (kind of) anticipate "Open Water" with me.

Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, Chief. We was comin' back from the island of Tinian t'Leyte, we'd just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in twelve minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half hour. Tiger. Thirteen footer. You know how you know that in the water, Chief? You can tell by lookin' from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn't know, was that our bomb mission was so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin', so we formed ourselves into tight groups. It was sorta like you see in the calendars, you know the squares in the old calendars like the Battle o' Waterloo and the idea was the shark come to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin' and hollerin' and sometimes that shark he go away... but sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark looks right at ya. Right into your eyes. And the thing about a shark is he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't even seem to be livin'... 'til he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'. The ocean turns red, and despite all your poundin' and your hollerin' those sharks come in and... they rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand. I do know how many men, they averaged six an hour. Thursday mornin', Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boson's mate. I thought he was asleep, Reached over to wake him up. He bobbed up, down in the water, he was like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he'd been bitten in half below the waist.Noon the fifth day a Lockheed Ventura swung in low and he spotted us, a young pilot,and a few hours later a big ol' fat PBY come down and start to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened? Waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went into the water. Three hundred and sixteen men come out, the sharks took the rest, June the twenty-ninth, nineteen-forty five. Anyway, we delivered the bomb

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Saw this todayl. Oh how I wish I could rewind the cruel hands of time and prize back my $10.25.

Just sort've an excercise in pointlessness. I mean, yes -- an interesting premise. BUT....they take pains to point out that this film was based on "actual events", and even a passive scratch of the surface of that reveals that the couple in question were never found.

So, where does that leave the film? Put to people in the water in the middle of the ocean. What's going to happen? (A) They'll drown, (B) They'll get hypothermia, (C) They'll be eaten by sharks and/or (D) They'll get rescued.

Well, we know they're not going to get rescued, so what else we got? (A), (B) and (C), all of which pretty much happen...to no one's real surprise.

The camera retrieved from the shark's gut in the closing credits was a nice little touch (and an obvious allusion to Jaws), but `twas too little too late.

Also, why did Susan just let her (presumably dead...or perhaps deeply in irreparable shock) husband, Daniel just drifr off? Was it to stave off the sharks? Was it just her way of lightening her load? Wouldn't she at least hold out for hope that if they did get rescued, she could at least give him a proper burial?

Heard so many mixed reviews "this is the most tense film you'll ever see", "This is boring bollocks and you're likely to switch it off ten minutes in"

Is this worth seeing?