‘Oh, it’s like you’re going to the zoo – except you’re in the cage...’
Another day, another shark movie. And like many sharks movies, there’s hardly a shark to be seen in this fucking thing. Instead, if you imagine the water-based levels on the old Sonic the Hedgehog games in which you’d have to find an oxygen source every minute or so, or a timer would begin counting down to Sonic’s demise, but stretched out across 89 repetitive minutes, and that’s what you have here. And again, as with nearly all the films in this subgenre, I didn’t care at all if these characters lived or died. Goddamn shark movies…
Two boring sisters (played by Mandy Moore and Claire Holt) go on holiday in boring Mexico and find themselves in a boring cage in the boring ocean surrounded by boring sharks. Because they are boring, boring idiots. Even the presence of Matthew Modine can’t lift the tedium.
There’s some nice underwater stuff here, and the two leads are committed if unconvincing , but 47 Metres Down does nothing to stand out in what is a crowded field of shark related films. Having said that, the ending, whilst absolutely stupid, is a lot of fun. But it’s not enough to save 47 Metres Down. I’ll never think of it again.
