Under Paris

It unfolds like a fairly classy suspense film about a rarely seen threat. It does not look cheap in the way Sharknado did, for instance. It’s quite competently shot and edited, it’s tense, and it’s frightening. In other words, it gets the job done.

A solid shark thriller whose admirable but clunky eco-warnings almost get in the way of a good time. Best when it allows itself to really go in-Seine.

One of the most substantive of the many aquatic-attack horror movies that have tried to coast along in the wake of Steven Spielberg’s Jaws… But when the inevitable bloodbath starts, Under Paris seems to be cribbing from much messier shark attack movies.

A guilty pleasure that delivers on its premise and promise, and even leaves you hankering for a sequel.

The bar for shark movies lies near the bottom of the ocean, so it’s no great victory that Under Paris' Gallic riff on Jaws neatly clears it.

Under Paris winds up feeling like a disparate blend of overly serious, familiar eco-horror and a zanier action horror movie with gory B-movie impulses.

The awkwardness of a CG monstrosity darting around escalates&#59; the movements are terribly amateurish in their designs.

Dumb yet creative, preachy yet thrilling, this horror/disaster movie takes its outlandish premise to all the places that fans of the killer shark genre will appreciate.

There are moments that betray this inevitability, of course, but its tone never hesitates. Played completely straight, no one in this film seems to notice how ridiculous their predicament is.

Under Paris would have done better as a shark film if it picked a lane. It was pretending to be a story about grief & then one about ignorant governments and then another story about how humans endanger wildlife.