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You know, though, the film flirts with at least being moderately entertaining. It can't help itself, though. Case in point: Michael Brody (Lance Guest) decides against his better judgment to agree with fellow oceanography scientist, Jake (Mario Van Peebles), to study the great white shark navigating their warm Bahama waters. While in their underwater research vehicle, Michael is attacked by the shark. The vehicle is torn apart and Michael flee-swims to a wreckage on the floor. He escapes into it and actually is able to exit it with a port hole just small enough to stop the shark from pursuing him. So a suspenseful near fatality and Michael lives to tell about it. The film shows Michael guilt-stricken about discovering the shark but concealing its emergence from Ellen. He begins to wonder (believe?) that the shark is actually what Ellen said: that this was his brother's killer and now wants to claim the whole family. What does he do? He goes back into the water at the very sight of where the shark nearly kills him! This, and he misses out on his artist wife's art show opening. There is no reason for him to do this. None. He says to Jake who is bewildered by his decision that if he doesn't go back in he'll always be afraid of the water! Soooooo...confronting a great white shark that nearly eat you alive is the right way to do this??? It doesn't make a lick of fucking sense! This film is just impossible. Whoever wrote this travesty couldn't get out of the way and let the film be entertaining at all without fumbling the ball. You just have to shake your head.