Having travelled to Pandora and the outer reaches of space to make the billion dollar blockbuster Dances with Wolves 3D (aka Avatar), King of the World James Cameron (his official title) returns to messing about in water with executive producer duties on this subterranean thriller.
For whatever reason, a group of deep-sea cave divers and assorted adrenalin junkies are attempting to traverse the most treacherous cave system on the planet, all at the behest of Ioan Gruffudd’s Ambramovich-esque money man. Predictably so, or else it would be like watching a rather dull IMAX movie, things begin to go awry when a large storm threatens to flood the caves, forcing our explorers to use the deepest recesses of the labyrinthine maze in order to escape.
Evoking aspects of the best disaster movies, in particular The Poseidon Adventure and the schlocky Stallone vehicle Daylight, Sanctum is made up of all the requisite genre criteria. An ensemble of actors with varying degrees of ability are put through increasingly difficult scenarios, numbers constantly dwindling before the one you knew was going to survive all along escapes to freedom. But boy is it guilty fun.
Shot using the Cameron endorsed 3D technology, it does look like a big budget version of a David Attenborough narrated BBC documentary, in that it is stunning to look at. You really get a feel for the overhanging rocks and tight spaces and that does assist in increasing the peril.
Playing out like Neil Marshall’s superb The Descent, but without the monsters, or the hugely effective claustrophobia, you get the feeling that the desire to utilise the 3D has been to the detriment of the tension. Even when the characters are in a life or death scenario the cinematography is never invasive or close enough for the audience to feel involved in the same way that Buried succeeded. It’s as if the film-makers thought, “OK, they are stuck in a tight tunnel, but look how beautiful that expanse of water is”.
That said, there are genuinely thrilling moments to be had here, and Sanctum is never dull. Bones crack left, right and centre with wince inducing results, and there’s a set-piece that will have you clutching at your scalp in grimaced pain.
You’ll pick your favourite characters and root for their survival no matter how clunky the dialogue is. Richard Roxburgh plays it straight as the detached veteran who never knows where to draw the line when it comes to danger, and it’s his father-son relationship with the likeable Rhys Wakefield that provides the most successful narrative hook. Less successful is the former Hornblower Ioan Gruffudd, who fails on every level to convince as the villain.
Unashamed throwaway fun, Sanctum won’t win any awards, but it gets my vote in the overcrowded Friday night film category for being a genuinely gripping slice of clunky entertainment.
[etRating value=“ 3”]
For whatever reason, a group of deep-sea cave divers and assorted adrenalin junkies are attempting to traverse the most treacherous cave system on the planet, all at the behest of Ioan Gruffudd’s Ambramovich-esque money man. Predictably so, or else it would be like watching a rather dull IMAX movie, things begin to go awry when a large storm threatens to flood the caves, forcing our explorers to use the deepest recesses of the labyrinthine maze in order to escape.
Evoking aspects of the best disaster movies, in particular The Poseidon Adventure and the schlocky Stallone vehicle Daylight, Sanctum is made up of all the requisite genre criteria. An ensemble of actors with varying degrees of ability are put through increasingly difficult scenarios, numbers constantly dwindling before the one you knew was going to survive all along escapes to freedom. But boy is it guilty fun.
Shot using the Cameron endorsed 3D technology, it does look like a big budget version of a David Attenborough narrated BBC documentary, in that it is stunning to look at. You really get a feel for the overhanging rocks and tight spaces and that does assist in increasing the peril.
Playing out like Neil Marshall’s superb The Descent, but without the monsters, or the hugely effective claustrophobia, you get the feeling that the desire to utilise the 3D has been to the detriment of the tension. Even when the characters are in a life or death scenario the cinematography is never invasive or close enough for the audience to feel involved in the same way that Buried succeeded. It’s as if the film-makers thought, “OK, they are stuck in a tight tunnel, but look how beautiful that expanse of water is”.
That said, there are genuinely thrilling moments to be had here, and Sanctum is never dull. Bones crack left, right and centre with wince inducing results, and there’s a set-piece that will have you clutching at your scalp in grimaced pain.
You’ll pick your favourite characters and root for their survival no matter how clunky the dialogue is. Richard Roxburgh plays it straight as the detached veteran who never knows where to draw the line when it comes to danger, and it’s his father-son relationship with the likeable Rhys Wakefield that provides the most successful narrative hook. Less successful is the former Hornblower Ioan Gruffudd, who fails on every level to convince as the villain.
Unashamed throwaway fun, Sanctum won’t win any awards, but it gets my vote in the overcrowded Friday night film category for being a genuinely gripping slice of clunky entertainment.
[etRating value=“ 3”]
