After an evening of hypnosis at the practice group I returned home to find itv showing “Open Water“, a movie about two scuba divers stranded in the ocean.
Presumably shot on hi-8 the movie gives a pretty good impression of what that experience might be like - the dehydration, jellyfish, sharks, the fear of dying in the sea and, er, did I mention the sharks? It’s a very effective movie, particularly the moments towards the end where the blackness of night is punctuated by the flash of lightning which gives us a few brief glimpses of the ensuing shark attack.
But of course Jen and I sat patiently and waited for the happy ending. Of course there’ll be a rescue… there always is, apart from that “Perfect Storm“… it’ll be too depressing otherwise, and I don’t want to go to bed depressed. I much prefer ambiguous endings… that way I can make up my own ending, which can be as fluffy and happy as I want.
Oh, right, is that it? Bloody hell why did I watch this?
Hang on… there’s something over the end credits….
oh. Right, that about finishes me off for the evening then.
Might skip having a bath tonight, I’m still suffering shark movie post-traumatic stress.
Let’s dig out Finding Nemo… that’ll make things better. Oh no, where do Nemo’s parents go? Blimey even in Disney movies the sea is a dangerous place.
