Into The Blue (3.5 Money Trains)

I watched Into The Blue the other night. My sister picked it up cheap in Thailand. The picture quality was fine, as was the audio, although the English language option sounded suspiciously like French, (but at least the subtitles worked).

If you don’t know, this is about some beautiful people stumbling across some sunken treasure AND a sunken plane-load of cocaine in Barbados. As you might expect, the drug dealers can’t find the plane themselves because it’s in about 10m of crystal clear water and so is mysteriously invisible from above, and as you might also expect, the beautiful people get caught up with said dealers.

The diving scenes are realistic … in a Dangerous Dan of the Truk Stop Hotel kind of way: the main characters can stay submerged and swim around underwater without tanks for several minutes and to insane depths, they can penetrate plane wrecks on that same breath and never suffer shallow water blackout or outright drowning, and when they really need to breath, they even know how to breath directly off a cylinder (“it’s a real confidence builder, I don’t why they don’t teach it anymore” says Dangerous Dan), and a total beach bum with no money and no prospects in a Barbadan backwater gets to go diving (and more) with Jessica Alba. Oh, and it’s similarly realistic in its portrayal of man’s ability to smash the valve out of a cylinder, while holding his breath underwater, using nothing more than a rock.

This film does actually have a bit of a plot which would hold together if you completely ignored physics (and largely ignored logic and common sense) and had never been swimming in your life. Plus it has Jessica Alba in it, so that alone is worth the price, boys. (Especially when she has that sexy French accent.) Interestingly, the guy I pegged as being shark bait at the start survived, although he was one of the few.

I give this one my highest scores ever, at 3.5 Money Trains