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Under Paris: Netflix has delivered one of the best shark movies ever made | Thrillers

aJust ten years ago, I unwittingly became complicit in the incredibly hackneyed advertising gimmick of wearing a heart monitor during a movie that was billed as one of the scariest films of all time. I wore the monitor and my subconscious reactions were intended to provide quantitative proof of just how terrifying the movie was.

But it backfired, because the movie wasn’t actually very good. It was a run-of-the-mill found-footage horror called “As Above, So Below,” whose central concept was basically, “Are the Paris Catacombs scary?” And they weren’t.

At least, that’s what I thought until an epic fix called Under Paris dropped on Netflix this week. Now, the central concept of Under Paris is basically: aren’t the Paris catacombs scary? What would you do if a giant shark was swimming around you?“They’ll be happy to know the sharks are helping them out.”

Directed and co-written by Xavier Jans (Lupin III, Gangs of London, The Hitman), Under Paris is an ambitious, incredibly silly, and truly terrifying mix of action, horror, and disaster about a giant shark that finds itself lost in Paris. “But how could that possibly be possible?” you might ask. “Aren’t sharks saltwater creatures and the Seine a freshwater river?” You might also ask, “Is the Seine too cold for a shark to live comfortably?” If you’re familiar with local geography, you might also ask, “Wait a second? Isn’t the Seine regulated by a complex system of locks? How on earth could a shark get through them on its own?”

The answer to all these questions is “Shut up, idiot.” Under Paris knows all your fears, which is why every few minutes someone questions the logic of the whole premise, and every time someone else tries to explain it away with some vague pseudoscientific hoax. There are bigger things to worry about, like the fact that there are sharks in the Seine the very week the mayor organises a triathlon.

It sounds silly. Gens accidentally Le MegBut Under Paris is so much fun, and so well-made, that you find yourself buckling up and enjoying the movie. At least before everything explodes (we’ll get to that later), the movie has a pleasing economy to it. It reminds me a bit of Godzilla Minus One, in that the monster spends a lot of time hiding, which is effective. It’s primarily a human story, but one about a woman whose husband is eaten by a shark in the Pacific Ocean, and who is shocked at her own bad luck when that same shark follows her home.

The film also functions as a very clever allegory for the climate crisis. At first it’s obvious, implying that the plot holes are due to the sharks mutating to adapt to the climate crisis, but as the film progresses it becomes more and more allegorical. As the film progresses, the mindless warmongers are too busy chasing their own petty plans to notice the unstoppable catastrophe that is befalling them. The climax is brilliant, but explaining it would take away from the fun.

Of course, Under Paris wouldn’t be a shark movie if people didn’t get eaten. And it certainly does get eaten by a lot of people. About halfway through the movie, when Jens stops playing with us, everything goes completely haywire. There’s one scene in particular that feels like the beginning of Saving Private Ryan. It’s brutal. It goes on and on without any slack, to the point of bordering on slapstick. It’s incredible. variety He called Under Paris “a really great shark movie,” which is an understatement: one of the best shark movies of all time.

I see Under Paris as proof that putting a shark in a horror movie somewhere can greatly improve the premise. After all, it worked in As Above So Below, so let’s keep it that way. In Paranormal Activity, a shark stands at the foot of someone’s bed and watches them sleep for hours. In It Follows, some poor guy gets chased by a shark in slow motion for the rest of his life. I still haven’t decided whether Rosemary’s Baby would have been better if it had a shark instead of Rosemary or a shark instead of the baby. Whatever, let’s do both. Call it Shark of the Night and it will be the scariest thing you’ve ever seen.