"Kon-Tiki" ends up being a little underwhelming, lacking the strength that such a story deserves. There are parts of it that work pretty well, but sadly, more often than not, it leaves you feeling adrift.
The men are handsome, the sea is pretty and if the sharks look as rubbery as last week's chicken, at least they add some drama - and buckets of sloshing blood and guts - to what otherwise proves a dull affair.
Although Heyerdahl's book about the expedition became an international bestseller, and the documentary he directed on the same subject won an Oscar, the anthropology field has remained stubbornly unmoved. But in Kon-Tiki, the dream is all that matters.