After Steven Spielberg effectively mastered the genre once and for all in Jaws, it’s been near-impossible for any other filmmaker to come up with a shark film as genuinely terrifying, entertaining, or stimulating as that 1975 classic. Some have still done well, such as Open Water and last year’s Blake Lively-led hit, The Shallows. But more often than not, it’s become rather expected nowadays that any new additions to the genre should just choose to lean as heavily into their own cheesiness as humanly possible, instead of trying to achieve anything more substantial.
I say all of this because it’s important to know what you’re getting into, and what you want from 47 Meters Down when you go to see it. Fortunately, the film lets you know what it is before the opening credits are even done rolling; when a character spills her glass of red wine into a hotel pool, and the camera does a zoom into the red liquid spreading throughout the blue water like, you know, blood would after a shark bite. The sudden ominous music cue that accompanies it only further reinforces the fact that while 47 Meters Down may be many things, it will not be subtle, and it will most certainly not be a showcase of technical or visual prowess either.
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