Supernaturalism at sea, from the director of Thirteen Ghosts, Steve Beck. The opening scene depicts a snapped guy wire slicing across a crowded dance floor on an Italian ocean liner, slicing through bodies like a Weed Wacker through blades of grass, graphically illustrated with "realistic" computer effects of a torso dragging itself across the floor sans legs, the top half of a head sliding off the bottom half, and so forth. This constitutes a kindness to the viewer insofar as it informs him, right off the bat, of the level of taste and subtlety in store. (Ironic that the title should be lifted from the canon of horrormeister Val Lewton, taste and subtlety personified.) Nothing thereafter can shock, least of all the would-be shocks, as when a can of baked beans transmogrifies into mouthfuls of maggots. (Ick.) "Somebody's gotta say it," somebody says, "and it might as well be me. This ship is fucked up." He would put it so crudely. With Julianna Margulies, Gabriel Byrne, Desmond Harrington, Ron Eldard, Isaiah Washington. (2002) — Duncan Shepherd
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