Certainly, screenwriter William Wittiliff boils down to a superficial pulp Junger's contemplation of the six-man crew of the Andrea Gail, their nearest and dearest, and the Gloucester Massachusetts fishing community. But the melodrama and dialogue are so leaden it may come back in another life as a keel. And James Horner's relentlessly swelling score is more likely to induce motion sickness than the rolling decks.
You start to feel sympathy for those in front of the camera.
Clooney and Wahlberg (as longliner captain Billy Tyne) and Bobby Shatford (crew member) appear to think they are in a much better movie. But around them things clang - like Tyne's little speech to fellow skipper Lina Greenlaw (Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio) about the joys of being a swordboat captain that sounds as if it was composed by the Old Sea Dog Greeting Card Company.
There's four other crew too, all with their own soap operas left on the dock as the Andrea Gail heads out for one last haul of the season.
But if those characters are ciphers on dry land, it's hard not to become attached to their fates even before the swell comes up.
When it does - with black mountainous waves and a skies of inky menace - it chills deeply, then thrills. Though as the megastorm unfolds, the film's depicition of the Andrea Gail's battle brings with it a sense of unease with the visceral excitement. It is, yes, a sinking feeling which has to do with making a rollercoaster ride out of a real-life tragedy. Here "based on a true story" should have meant something more than showing - spectacularly as it turns out - just how cruel the sea can be.
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