Last night I read Kate’s Ode to Bill Gates, Ten Films I Hated. She mentions Deep Blue Sea. Later, by chance, I found something I wrote about it before discovering blogging. If you haven’t watched Deep Blue Sea and still intend to, don’t read the following, as it will give away parts of the plot.
20 February 2004
It gets so that you can identify (in books and films) which character will die first. I did that tonight. It was a film called Deep Blue Sea about genetically enhanced mako sharks that overran a science station. (OK, they overswam it). Right at the beginning when everything was still dry and sunny and rosy, one of the guys (who hadn’t made much impression up till then) said in a dark voice “sharks are one of the oldest life forms. They come from a time that was all flesh and teeth.” The camera lingered on him a little, and I said “you’re dead!” It really didn’t take long…
Then there was the guy standing beside a swishing, swirling pool inside the flooding science station, ranting and raving about what they had to do to survive. At the very end of the speech he blared “…and the first thing we must do is seal off this pool!”
Yes… even a birdbrain could work out what happened next.
Gawd, it was quite a horrible film. A mako shark even got the cook’s parrot. The cook was funny – so charismatic that you knew as soon as you laid eyes on him that he would come out of it at the end – or perhaps very near to the end. Glad to say he made it all the way. He was followed up the corridor by a huge shark, and your heart was in your mouth thinking “how on earth can he get out of that?” He went through some doors and hid round the corner – snatched up a floating frying pan and clutched it. You had to laugh at that, though it would be more pathetic than funny if you really feared for him. He had to get into one of his ovens, and the shark turned the gas on. The cook got mad and climbed through the top (hacking his way out with a small axe he was clutching) just as the shark smashed through the oven door. The cook dived into the water, turned, and threw his cigarette lighter. “That’s for eating my bird” he said and then there was the mother of all explosions.
Don’t you wonder who writes these things?
Ah well – anyone who tried to genetically enhance sharks (especially makos) would have to be off his rocker. The cook (who was religious) said the shark was a creation of the devil – or was he talking about the genetic tamperings? Some interesting thoughts, anyway.
I went out in the dark to fetch my downie from the line because I was afraid it would rain. When I was out there I did feel a little creepy. “There could be a big mako shark swimming up the garden behind me!” But you shrug such thoughts off. It’s impossible for a mako shark to gaargh
