Anyway, these two tired-of-living motherfuckers find a rinky-dink cage diving operation and before you can say "shark pussy", the cable has broken and they're 47 meters down up in this bish. So, now stuck in a cage at the bottom of the ocean and surrounded by sharks, you'd expect for the filmmakers to amp up the intense drama and have the sisters fighting over oxygen and/or maybe admitting that "By the way, I fucked your boyfriend.", but no...instead the viewer is treated to an hour of these two dead fucks talking about their feelings and occasionally swimming around outside the cage. It's all very lame and uneventful. I watched the entire movie, but found myself daydreaming about other stuff like "How come there's never been a really slow-paced alien invasion story?" or "Susie (my cat) is gorgeous."
Zero nudity, zero thrills, zero imagination, talking underwater despite your ears being outside of your mask (is that even possible?), very little action or blood, slow pace, stupid decision after stupid decision, bland acting, completely unbelievable underwater action.
47 METERS DOWN is an okay time-waster, that I never want to watch ever again. Here's hoping that any reboots or sequels are set in a nudist colony.
Part 2 - 47 Meters Down: Uncaged (2019)
