Review of Into the Blue (1950) by Greg O — 27 Jul 2008
Look at the poster for "Into The Blue." It expertly captures the essence of how to market a Hollywood movie. How do you do such a thing? Throw Paul Walker and Jessica Alba, actors that may be more wooden than a totem pole, shirtless and staring off into space and BAM !, you get hords of teenagers.
No, they don't care about the story, how the acting was, how many times someone cheated reality by holding their breath underwater for 15 min. And why should they? Audiences are presented with an Abercrombie and Fitch smorgasborg, the tanning and buff bod version of a Thanksgiving dinner.
If you can just stare at how ripped and beautiful the stars are, maybe, just maybe, the plot will float right over your head like a helium balloon. To be fair, I was enjoying "Into the Blue" far more than I should have been within its first 45 min.
It was an escape to see all of the beautiful photography of under the sea, in Caribbean blue water no less. But for all of the Discovery Channel moments, came the time where you had to accept how ridiculous it all was, how stupid all of the characters where and how weird the directions the plot went were.
"Into the Blue" may have been a worthwhile jaunt in IMAX, but with a little more life support. The movie is okay; I mean how could it be great when your leads are Alba and Walker, two robots who ruin their own movies by themselves.
It something to see them teamed together - the movie "Close Encounters of the Third Kind" comes to mind.
This review of Into the Blue (1950) was written by Greg O on 27 Jul 2008.
Into the Blue has generally received positive reviews.
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