I suffered through this movie streaming through a Roku to view some segments using pause on a very large TV in hopes of identifying some props used for a friend. I'd have walked out of a theater after the first ten minutes (or less). This movie is one trope after another with the estranged father-daughter relationship that must be reconciled and repaired during a hurricane in which the two, along with his cute little dog, Sugar, must avoid being eaten by dozens of voracious alligators - that proceed to munch down anyone else that shows up who might rescue them. To state the plot is predictable is a gross understatement. Two cops show up in a boat looking to rescue any people trapped by rising water. Munch, munch, munch. Three people show up in another boat to loot the bodega across the street. Munch, munch, munch. And so it goes until the very bitter end, with gut wrenching, lachrymose dialog between father and daughter.
The suspension of disbelief required is astronomical. Down in the house's dirt cellar, which has large vent holes around its perimeter, it's deathly quiet during the height of a hurricane so we can hear the dialog, when a storm of that magnitude would make voice communication difficult, if not impossible. The alligators inflict injuries on father and daughter at various points that would immobilize mere mortals, while inflicting severe pain, as they swim and move with these massive, bleeding injuries, including compound fractures and a severed limb effortlessly through the dirtiest grimiest, sewage filth laden water imaginable (you'd have to see real flood waters for real to appreciate this). Then a single engine, small helicopter shows up flying through a cat. 5 hurricane wall. And the list goes on endlessly of complete impossibilities. Where did most of the $13M budget go? CGI storm and alligators. The actors, along with little doggie Sugar did OK given the horrid plot and script. This was a movie that shouldn't have been made. Reeks of kinds of films SyFy makes now.
At the most, a 30 minute story (and that's stretching it), inflated to 75 minutes. Colorful and glitzy, but when that's all stripped away, it's an extremely simple fairy tale that's been Disneyfied. Nothing surprising, no mystery, and no suspense whatsoever. Completely predictable plot. Cut out at least 45 minutes and you might have a decent short film.
I wanted to puke. Had me retching within the first few minutes. "Preaching to the choir" with its tear-jerking lachrymose over the top melodrama is a gross understatement. Suffering through it because I was forced to was a fate worse than death itself. Thought I'd been consigned to Hell.
The movie is cinematic garbage. I predict it will be used in film schools as a prime example of how not to make a movie. The "human" dialog is reminiscent of Jar Jar Binks in Star Wars Episode I, The Phantom Menace. It's not that there should be humans with a dialog. It's that it shouldn't insult the intelligence of the audience. As with other recent movies in the super-hero realm, the use of CGI is completely over the top. Scene framing is abysmal. Film editing is atrocious in the action scenes, particularly with repeated quick cuts, producing a chaotic, incomprehensible frenzy. Instead of rubber suit monsters beating each other up, it's CGI monsters bashing each other. Welcome to the monster version of the WWE with orchestrated, choreographed fights, in which none of them will ever die, so they can go on to fight again in the next movie, and the next, and the next, and the next one after that. It's an attempt to create a Godzilla Monster Universe patterned after the Marvel Cinematic and DC Extended Universes, the goals of which are mostly CGI characters thrashing each other for two hours, to wash, rinse, and repeat ever year, more often if possible. With the monsters, forget about humans in fancy super-hero suits, just use CGI. Check your brain at the door. It's better if you're brain-dead when watching this human waste landfill fire excuse of a movie. Last, but not least, wear hearing protection if you value your long-term hearing. The damage is a cumulative effect emerging later in life. I'm going to start taking a sound meter to record the sound levels. I'm tired of leaving theaters deafened for several days afterward.