Open Water, a bracing, admirably mature thriller in which two scuba divers are stranded in shark-filled fathoms of ocean, yields something more than an adrenaline rush. When the movie was over, and I was back on the sidewalk outside the theatre, I felt that I had just emerged from underwater. All the muscles in my upper torso were singing, the way they do after a good, long swim.
Open Water represents a kind of triumph for filmmakers (and actors) discovering their way as they go along. Continue reading “SIFF 30 short takes, volume 3”