Alas, here the characters have nowhere to run to. Neither do we!
In Warning the entire slasher genre is shifted to the aqua splendour of the Fijian water where true to its genre, characters start getting killed/wounded/slashed/maimed.
The Maim Sahibs of this uproariously funny slasher movie get to wear swim-wear most of the time. No censor objection, since they are in the water! And surely you can't swim in a burqa!
But yes, you CAN get killed in the azure acres of silence. Water runs deep when it is marred by killer fish. Koi shark?
The 3D format is used here in a strangely eccentric and miserly way. When you expect the water to surge towards you there is just a flat silence on the screen. You are left wondering why those silly glasses were required in the first place.
Sigh, Life of Pi in the high seas was so much more eloquent. Here the water just seems to invite violence, and not of a very convincing kind. The young actors seem to be in it for the all-expenses paid Fijian holiday with a bit on amateur shooting thrown in to legitimize the vacationing costs.
And 3D be damned!
How much and how many times can you watch the actors jump into the deep end without losing their bearings? Some of the intended terror is plainly bland. And worse when you are supposed to be trembling in fear you actually find yourself shaking with laughter.
Very honestly there are seeds of a killer thriller somewhere in this watery mess. Lekin kyakaren? While leaving for their Fijian holiday the crew forgot to take along the script. The story, for whatever it is worth, seems to have been scribbled on location on the bikini tops and bottoms of the ladies – with or without the ladies in them!
Be warned. Undersea thrillers don't work. Tony d'Souza's mega-disastrous Blue should've been Warning enough. The last and only really successful waterborne scare-fest was Steven Spielberg's Jaws.
This one comes too late, and with too little, in fact, almost nothing to offer.
If you like horror films please watch ground-level slasher films. If you dig girls in bikinis please watch Baywatch.
If you like to torture yourself with mid-ocean inertia, you know where to go.