47 Meters Down: Uncaged

The film ups the ante on its predecessor, resulting in a pure, rather beautiful example of genre as ritual.

In a summer when Alexandre Aja made the creature feature feel fresh again with Crawl, the ocean's most graceful apex predator undoubtedly loses out to a bunch of dumb Florida gators.

A fish screams underwater... so there is some enjoyment to be had. Just not the kind you might expect.

The last gasp of a shark saga that didn't need to come up for air.

Like most films that are set almost entirely underwater, this is not a particularly appealing film from a visual perspective.

This brainless sequel to 47 Meters Down forsakes much of what made that 2017 survival thriller the lean and mean success it was, a credible shark threat being first and foremost.

It doesn’t try to introduce compelling characters, the shark sequences fall flat for the most part, and the screenplay is filled with laughable plot points. For an 89-minute runtime, it astounds me how it can’t be slightly entertaining, to say the least.

This is a fun movie in which fairly ropey CGI sharks tear chunks out of characters who repeatedly make terrible decisions in service of the narrative.

It was kind of fun, it had some spooky stuff, it had a good setting.

This is one of the better ones of these shark movies.