If you take out the parts where the clown exposes rows of teeth that would make a great white shark envious and uses them to rip limbs off little children, this is basically just a sweet coming of age story. Think ET, but with the occasional mangled seven-year-old.
If you can tackle this formula with something interesting to say about the world, it's pretty easy to garner heaps of praise. The bar is pretty low and this film just doesn't do much to get over it.
Most of its appeal is built on my second favorite Doris of 2016, but the filmmakers do their part as well and the result is a mildly satisfying horror experience.
Nothing about this is particularly smart, and yet there it is--defiantly offering scene after scene of indefensible nonsense. Its fatal flaw is that it is perfectly comfortable with how little it is saying.
I can't really say I blame them for not reinventing the genre. If it were easy, every movie would do it. But at the same time, I can't help but feel like they squandered an A+ idea with a C+ effort.
If you know you are stupid and own it, stupid can be good. And like the hard driving prosecutor with a mean streak, this series has learned to channel what would otherwise be a flaw.
On the surface, The Shallows is a thoroughly competent thriller that extends the lineage of Jaws. However, if you dip a metaphorical toe beneath the surface, there are definite problems here, no matter how tightly the story is told.