Adrift is a simple, acutely observed love story that also happens to be a rousingly stripped-down tale of survival.
Baltasar Kormákur’s Adrift is, shudder, “based on the incredible true story…of what would become the largest storm in the Pacific.”
It depicts Snowden’s ethical dilemmas in a political vacuum that disregards America’s complex security threats.
A Little Golden Book version of drastically simplified socialism accompanied with a healthy dose of warmongering bravado.
Gregg Araki’s film suggests a hothouse melodrama that’s been drained of the hothouse, the melodrama, and any other discernably dramatic stakes.
It frequently uses sass as a smokescreen, hiding what’s unoriginal and cheaply sentimental about this story behind a veil of witticisms about oblivion and “cancer perks.”
Neil Burger’s film transcends the déjà vu of its borrowed trappings but ironically sacrifices all momentum in favor of a long series of physical tests.