Not a great movie by any stretch of the imagination, but certainly one that offers enough eye-candy and cheap thrills to entertain...

[The film is]...so bad that I found myself almost nodding out during long scenes of Alba swimming underwater in a skimpy suit.

A brainless, forgettable thriller that quickly sinks without a trace, despite an attractive cast and gorgeous photography.

If the serious critic in me weren't fighting to be heard there'd be an extra two stars to give out.

Every time [Alba] dives into the ocean, you expect to see her bobbing back up to the surface like an old plank.

Into the Blue is a fine-looking, often boring, eye candy palace to visit. Until the languid turquoise sea churns into a crimson tide, that is.

A rather ludicrous story about sunken treasure and illicit drugs, Into The Blue has as its main attractions the beautiful bodies of Paul Walker and Jessica Alba.

Lumbers in circles before crashing into a surprisingly sadistic finale.

Save it for a six-pack and pizza night with the lads -- when there's no footy on TV.

More noteworthy for its bathing suits than its plotting.