An obsessive quest to land a mythically gargantuan tuna leaves a flat-busted fisherman (Matthew McConaughey) uniquely susceptible to a murderous proposal from an old flame (Anne Hathaway). The Buick-sized fish proves to be the most subtle thing in the film. Writer/director Steven Knight (
Locke) lays on the sweaty noir tropes with a trowel—as Hathaway’s boorish husband, Jason Clarke appears to be channeling Popeye’s nemesis Bluto—while also dropping increasingly broad hints that things may not be quite as they seem. The results are a movie that drifts between intriguingly meta and utter malarkey, often within the very same scene. If this had come out 20 years ago, lids might very well have flipped at
Serenity’s genre-bending shenanigans. These days, awkward curio status seems much more likely.
By
Andrew Wright