The Last Breath

There's sharks, if you're into that, but it's pretty tedious.

As goofy and unconvincing as it often is, “The Last Breath” is difficult to get exasperated over. It may go down easier still if you opt to see it in a very well-air-conditioned setting.

Is it great art? No. Is it good art? Also no. But there is something satisfying about the blank, sleek, toothy justice of it.

Swedish journeyman Joachim Hedén has made something competent, basic and profoundly unsurprising.

Take away the sharks and this might as well have been a radio play. In fact, it might have even worked better.

A simplistic film that overextends.

Death by shark is an appropriately longed for finale as any possibly could be for this clutch of silly, stupid characters bumbling about like brainless morons in yet another boring, tensionless time waster.

Some compelling moments aside, it feels fairly generic and less fun than it could have been. Basically, The Last Breath lacks bite.

The Last Breath navigates its time at sea with real skill, and it provides us with a handsome final performance from Julian Sands, but sadly, the drama doesn’t quite float.

A shark movie that gives us a good location, a real reason to fear what lurks around the corner and in the shadow of dingy water and some characters that are, at least, worth seeing to the end – if they survive that long.