However politically incorrect it may sound this movie being an American by produce is very much non-American and vividly reminds of Das Boot by the same Wolfgang Petersen. First there is not a single dull and plastic face so mandatory and so prevailing in contemporary Am. bestselling films and so-called blockbusters. Then there is no happy-end as well as no concentration on agony and spectacular scenes of painful death - the author respects death and suffering enough to stop at the very moment when it's plain a man is dyeing and plain how. That's what's called humanism - nothing beyond the line - and what's called true poetry. In some sense this movie is a play to overturn all the Hollywood cliches - in all but all it's aspects and plot-lines. You'll find here all the merits of W.P. excellent cine-art: a exciting and very artistic gallery of faces (and human types farther), an overwhelming and enchanting presence of the Nature - namely sea, very moving and cutting music... And the very story - so simple and so primal (not surprisingly makes one recollect Hemingway and Steinbeck). In short: excellent piece of true art. Magic
Review of The Perfect Storm
