With the number reduced the film could have been more compact. Could have chosen to make a film on the ambience of the fishing village and its occupational hazards and could have cut down on the storm sequences. Based on a true story and a best-selling book by Sebastian Junger, it drags its feet along and the first three quarters are anything but absorbing. It is only the storm, which could be a film by itself, that sort of redeems the earlier part of the film. In a film where the killer storm is the main attraction and the heroes Clooney and Wahlberg of Three Kings fame find themselves together again and do a fair job adequately supported by Reilly and Fitchner.
Shaft is back.
The Black detective John Shaft of the early 1970s who kissed the girls and made them sigh, and even more. The one who employed unorthodox methods to solve crimes, the black man s answer to James Bond and other white studs. Because today there is a much greater following for Black cinema with the advent of filmmakers like Spike Lee and John Singleton. I remember reviewing the novel by Ernest Tidyman in 1972 though the films came to India in the late-1970s because in the early 1970s the licences of American film companies were suspended for a few years. Then it was Richard Roundtree who played Shaft.