Nothing tugs at my fear nerves like sharks and deep-sea fear.
When I was a child, I watched great white sharks. Children who had never seen the sea went swimming in the river. When the sky darkened, they stared at several large swimming rings floating on the river surface. When I grow up and go to the beach, the endless sea in the night will also make me flustered.
When watching a movie, the 47-meter-deep seabed and the great white shark who do not know where to hide are enough to infinitely magnify the inner fear. The fly in the ointment is that the ending is too hasty, and the plot of the protagonist having hallucinations and waking up has not been handled well, nor has he explained why he could suddenly receive the voice signal from the shore and the life and death of the heroine's sister. Such suspense is better not to leave suspense. Even the ending changed to the heroine who found that she was rescued ashore was just an illusion of the deep sea. She was still in the deep sea of 47 meters, her palms kept bleeding, sharks came from a distance, and the screen suddenly went black, killing the audience by surprise... Will it be? better?
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