I don't care for horror films at all. I'm talking the nasty demon possessed Satanic garbage... but I do love me a hyper intense shark horror film.
When we are planning our Summer List, we go through the movie trailers for films being released that summer. I thought both my boys were going to die of excitement when they saw the trailer for 47 Meters Down, but especially Kai. That boy LOVES his sharks. He gets it from his dad. . . and his mom. . . pretty much there was no hope for him.
I'm positive that my kids were glad the theater was dark and relatively empty except for 10 other people. No doubt they were embarrassed of their mother that was curled up in the fetal position watching through the fabric of her shirt for 95% of the movie. Now, I know what you're thinking:
I thought you just said that you love a shark horror film?
This is true. But that doesn't mean my heart isn't pumping like crazy and shooting adrenaline through every vein in my body. I love roller coasters but do I sweat profusely and occasionally scream profanities as I'm hurled through the air? The answer is a resounding YOU BETCHA!!
I may love them, however, Jamie does not! She was more than happy to be gone home for the weekend as we went.
The movie definitely kept us on our toes, curled up, frantically breathing, feeling like we couldn't breathe, and made me question every time I've gone in the ocean... and it was awesome! Micheal would highly approve!
Of course we had to snag some Zeppe's to "calm us down". I'm pretty sure it's in a medical journal somewhere.