The Meg

The Meg

Lots to like about this movie.  Jason Statham is a fine actor, exuding an air of authenticity through, drama, romance, and danger.

I’ve grown tired of the run-of-the-mill pretty boys in hero roles.  Sorry, but for my taste, you’ve got to be a man first.  Tom Cruise does his own outrageously remarkable stunts, as does Daniel Craig, and they both have scars to prove it.  Clint Eastwood is another actor who is his own man and at 90 still puts most men to shame in the manly category.

Statham was a diver on the British National Team.  That makes him courageous in my book, as my mind flits back to my trembling knees, standing atop a ten meter tower and knowing I would have to make the plunge.

He’s the star of The Meg and his screen presence is unrelenting and undeniable, but there is far more to the movie than one actor.

I congratulate the writers (Dean Geogaris, Jon Hoeber, Erich Hoeber) for a coherent and believable plot, with enough twists and turns to keep you on the edge of your seat and your heart pounding in terror.  They even manage to weave in a modest amount of realistic romance and straightforward drama.

Kudos also to the casting directors (PoPing AuYeung, Rachel Bullock, Mindy Marin, Liz Mullane) for bringing together races and ethnicities without any pathetic pandering to the effete PC community.  This was an all too rare example of diversity as it should be in a sane and rational world.

Can’t leave out the director (Jon Turtelaub) and the acting done by the rest of the fabulous cast, (Li Bingbing, Rainn Wilson, Ruby Rose, Winston Chao, and Cliff Curtis) who so admirably made me suspend my disbelief.

If you want a chilling rendition of adventure on the sea, or horror in the depths, of romance and drama, you must see The Meg.