The obvious comparison – and the benchmark by which all shark attack films are judged – is Jaws. However, this lean thriller has perhaps more in common with Danny Boyle’s endurance test of a survival film, 127 Hours. Surfer Nancy (Blake Lively, impressive in a physically demanding role) decides to catch one last wave in an isolated cove in Mexico. But she inadvertently disturbs the feeding site of a great white shark and finds herself bleeding from a leg wound and perched precariously on a rock, tantalisingly close and impossibly far from the shore. Using just her wits and her medical training, plus a GoPro camera that miraculously survives getting masticated by the shark, Nancy must outsmart a fish with a grudge.
The mechanics of survival – Nancy’s ingenuity rivals that of Robert Redford’s embattled yachtsman in All Is Lost – make compelling drama. Costume jewellery provides a makeshift suture; Nancy even finds time to fix the dislocated wing of a seagull. Less effective is the film’s clumsy attempt at a sympathetic back story: Nancy is visiting the beach to seek a connection with her late mother, who also surfed there. The spirit of the dead mother – she was a fighter, we are pointedly told – looms large over Nancy’s struggle against the relentless killer fish.
