Hey, this was great! And I never would have gotten it if krazykroc hadn’t recommended it in this thread.
Okay, if you haven’t seen it, it’s a killer crocodile movie, but not what you’d expect. It has more in common with Open Water – hence the title, I’m guessing – than Primeval or Anaconda or any other various post-Jaws monster movies. So if you’re up for horror instead of gore, I’d recommend leaving this thread, dropping it in the Netflix queue, and coming back here after you’ve watched it.
On to the spoilery bits:
Man, is it nice to have a horror movie where you’re rooting for the victims instead of the monster. I get so accustomed to crappy US horror films that are about little else than setting up the next kill, which is often inconsequential except as a special effect sequence. Cloverfield, for example, which I really liked. But lordy, it’s nice to actually care about the characters sometimes.
Like Wolf Creek before it, Black Water first makes you care about the characters by casting good actors who have chemistry with each other, and then establishing them with some very human strokes. It’s minimal, but effective: little sister, pregnant wife, husband doesn’t know yet, everyone off for a vacation, okay, break!
So by the time the bad stuff starts going down, by the rules of conventional movie logic, none of the characters can die. Therefore, any one of the characters can die! The tension that introduces is tremendous. For all its indulgence, Alexander Aja’s Hills Have Eyes remake understood the same dynamic. And Black Water isn’t afraid to be almost as brutal as Hills Have Eyes.
Great work with the crocodile, too. I’d love to hear more from krazykrok about the actual wrangling. Was there ever a crocodile on the location outside Sydney? There wasn’t, was there, given that it was just a tidal flat in a suburb? So all that was composite work, right? Because it looked really good.
And they did a wonderful job slowly unfolding the crocodile. The full length jump was a great scene, because by that time you’ve been lulled into thinking you’re only going to get an implied crocodile for a while. And I loved the later appearances, where the idea seemed to be that the crocodile wasn’t hungry anymore, but was just keeping them around for when he got hungry later.
And I really liked the final sequence with Leigh, the most unlikely character of the four, smeared in blood and mud, standing on the feeding mound, holding a nearly useless a revolver in her broken right hand and swinging a severed limb with her left hand. That’s classic horror movie imagery and a great lead up the weirdly intimate finale.
So many thanks for the recommendation, Mr. Krok! Good job. Now get on in here and give us an anecdote or two.
-Tom