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Ninanna
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Open Water 2: Adrift (2006)
Darwin Awards for All These Landlubbers
I cannot conceive what possesses anyone to rate this more than two or three stars at the max. And even then, only because of the pretty scenery.
Part of what makes a movie enjoyable (maybe even valid) usually includes having at least some sort of sympathetic character--even if it's a shark. In this blessedly brief idiot-fest, the shark you wish had chomped down each of the six adult numbskulls the moment they hit the water never shows up, ultimately leaving the viewer with no one to root for. After several scenes of unimaginable brainlessness and/or unnecessary crankiness all six have worked diligently to qualify themselves for the Darwin Award, and deserve it richly, as well.
The filmmakers go so far as to manage making the poor infant left alone onboard unsympathetic. And not even the maternal instincts of the surviving mother are redeemed in the vague and unsatisfying final scene that shows her empty-eyed and addled, staring at the (dead?) body of the yacht's supposed owner, while her daughter bawls below decks.
Maybe the tugboat cap'n will get a big reward for stopping to render aid--that's about all I could hope for in the end.
San Francisco (1936)
Delicious, except . . .
I worship Spencer Tracy and adore Clark Gable. But I'd rather be beaten with a stick than listen to Jeanette McDonald--with or without Nelson Eddy et al. McDonald blends into this film like Exxon oil on the Alaskan beach.
Whoever it is that likes Jeanette (I know none of you who admit to it in person) is more than welcome to her. I only wish you could indulge your passion for her where I can neither see nor hear it.
That I enjoy the remaining elements of this film despite interminable operatic shrillitudes is a tribute to its overall superiority.
Yep, I'm just a heathen. But I love SF.