Directed by Hans Horn. Written by Adam Kreutner. Starring Eric Dane, Susan May Pratt, Richard Speight Jr., Cameron Richardson, Ali Willis and Niklaus Lange.
Plot: a group of friends find themselves stranded in the middle of the ocean fighting to survive.
After seeing the first Open Water, I was expected to see a bit more than some jackasses arguing in the middle of the ocean, but that’s all I really got. I’m going to give away the whole movie here so SPOILER ALERT, stop reading now if you don’t want it given away.
A bunch of stupid people go to sea. There’s Dan, the playboy (Dane), Amy, the one afraid of water, who won’t ever take off her life vest (Pratt), James, her out of place husband (Speight Jr.), Michelle, Dan’s date and genuine loony (Richardson), Lauren, who holds her shit together the longest (Willis) and Zach, who is just extra fodder I guess (Lange). Oh, and the best part, Amy and James have brought their little baby Sarah along for the ride.
So, now they all jump into the water except Dan and Amy, who used to date. They stay behind while Amy feeds Sarah and they talk and stuff. It’s not too important. What is important is that when Amy and Dan leave the cabin of the yacht to come see their friends, Dan decides to be a complete asshole and throw himself and Amy overboard knowing she’s afraid of the water. Now where does it all go REALLY wrong you ask? Well, while everyone jumped into the water, no one actually pressed the ladder button!! So, now they have no way of getting back onto the yacht.
Things fall apart pretty quickly then. Most of them scream at Dan. James hits his head severely and goes like comatose. Michelle goes straight up bananas, even trying to steal Amy’s life vest. Zach is accidentally stabbed. And then Lauren goes to swim to shore but we all know she ain’t making it. Even with the blood in the water though, we see no sharks. Not even any little ones. It’s very unrealistic. I mean, this a great cast, but god it’s an awful movie.
And the end!!! Dear sweet Jesus, the end. See, another boat comes along and they see no one, but they can hear Sarah crying from the cabin below. So, you assume that everyone has died except the baby. How horrible. Except they also confuse you by having a follow up shot where Amy and Dan are, in fact, back on the yacht, but apparently that’s some sort of death dream or something and isn’t real. I mean, what the hell??
I suppose I could list my favorite movies here, but instead I'll give you a strange glimpse into what makes me TaraRomero.
1. I met George Romero. He was the kindest and sweetest man. He talked to me for longer than he should have with the line getting longer. He also held my hand. And when he noticed the ladybug I have tattooed on my wrist, he said he liked it and asked me it's name. Till then, it had not had a name. Now, I call him George.
2. I love stickers. All stickers. I just adore them. I even ask for stickers for Christmas! As a matter of fact, the birthday that just past, every member of my immediate family gave me sticker packs as gifts. Affordable and extremely appreciated.
3. I have never put much stock in astrology or horoscopes, but I LOVE the magic of the MBTI. Omg. I am an INFP and it actually sounds just like me. Introverted mostly. Creative always. Heart before head and not the most logical. Totally me! For better or worse.
4. It's no surprise I count horror so high up on the list of things that make me, me. However, it's so within my soul that I was part of the Horror Club in college. Interesting bunch. And even took a Horror Lit class as an elective. I got an A.
5. Coffee always makes me happy. Always. I'm particularly fond of caramel macchiatos. But I'll drink black coffee if it's the only thing available.
6. I hate shock for the sake of shock and endings that depress me. I always mention the movies Within (2016) and the Eli Roth produced, written and starred in, Aftershock (2012), as proof of this distate I have. I abhor the idea that just because I like horror, some people think I'd actually praise a movie that lets you think the "Final Girl" just made it through the night, only to slap her in the face with a tsunami.
7. We are big time animal people. I mean, if I could, I'd have an elephant, a bear, a zebra, a penguin, an otter and a meerkat, living with me. Seriously though. We have 2 dogs right now and 2 cats. Both cats we picked up when they each came to our front door hungry. And both dogs we got from 2 different sets of neighbors. Both who, unfortunately, don't know how to care for pets long-term. But they're happy and healthy now!!
8. Revisiting my love of horror, one of the above cats, my cat, is a little black guy named Church. Because Pet Sematary. His middle name is even Pascow. To give credit where credit's due, the name was DJ's idea. But he loves horror too!
9. I'm big into art. Along with movie posters and an Anne Frank quote, I have some actual paintings on my wall. I really think Dali paints beautifully when he wants to. And if I don't get to see Michaelangelo's Pieta in person some day, I will be very disappointed.
10. Lastly, I find Emily Dickinson's poetry intriguing. I took an elective course about her as well. But do you know I injected horror even there? I was given a poem to dissect and I picked one on death, of course. Then, I researched old "Death Photos" and even printed out copies for everyone in the class. They were so interested in looking at them that it stopped them from all looking at me, and I was able to deal quite well with my stage fright. Haha
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