Grade: C- | Genre: Drama Summary: Into the Blue is the film equivalent of eye candy. At best, this is the frothiest of guilty pleasures, watching Jessica and Paul strike a pose that will be poster fodder across the wall of many a teenager. At worst, this is mindless drivel, beating a dead horse that has been stinking up the barn for years. Sex appeal is the special of the day for Jessica Alba's latest pic Into the Blue. Now I realize it's a bit redundant saying that sex is the driver for any film that she stars, but it's never been more true than here. She spends the majority of the film in the tinniest bikinis, slowly writhing about in the crystal clear waters of the Bahamas. I can just hear the director now, "Jessica, I need more bikini, less acting babe." If Jessica's oh so sexy sculpted curves doesn't float your boat, never fear. Paul Walker's finely chiseled abs and Brad Pitt crop top should cover your needs. This film is a question of lust. It doesn't matter which slab of meat you're salivating over, you just have to be teasing those hormones. Otherwise, there's really no point sitting through this horribly formulaic feature.

Sam (Alba) and Jared (Walker) are a couple dirt poor beach bunnies, thriving on the bountiful riches of the sea and their passion that causes them to continually paw one another. The temptation of money always sits just below the surface even among those who protest that they aren't swayed by such things. Jared's lawyer buddy from New York, Bryce (Caan), flies in with his latest tart of the moment, and the four stake claim to one of his client's lost gains. During a diving expedition, they happen across two eye-opening discoveries. The kick from a recent hurricane has uncovered a knife on the ocean floor dating back to the revolution of the 1700's. A mere 100 yards away there is a crashed drug runner aircraft, chucked to the gills with cocaine. As you've no doubt discovered, plausibility isn't this film's strong suit. The tart Amanda and Bryce are ready to take those blocks and sell them on the black market. Jared and Sam take the high moral ground, killing the arrant illegal ideas before they have a chance to breathe.

I believe the word you're looking for is "Wow!" Into the Blue Starring: Paul Walker, Jessica Alba, Scott Caan, Ashley Scott & Josh Brolin Director: John Stockwell View the Trailer (Quicktime) Related Articles Sin City Ten Sexiest Women of Film Fantastic Four After the Sunset

This film is a feast for the eyes even if it neglects the brain. Director John Stockwell knows the benefit of grand locales and sexy leads from commanding films like Blue Crush and Crazy/Beautiful. The coastal Bahamas just come alive as your eyes shoot to the bottom of the clear sea and lounge on the crisp white sand. The finish applied to the film is so slick it feels like this should be an MTV scuba diving flick. The film is anchored by a cast of ridiculously good looking people. Paul Walker looks like he just stepped off of a surfer poster, tanned and hemorrhaging muscle. Jessica is as hot as we've ever seen her. This film is soft core porn for the hormonally challenged men, yet another redundant statement, who strive for nothing more in life than to be her sex slave. Parading around in barely there bikinis, showing off every inch of her scintillating form, she takes your attention hostage in every scene she's in. I freely admit that her omission from the ten sexiest list was a gross oversight on my part. She can feel free to um...punish me whenever she wants.

The sins of this film are really too numerous to mention. The script is paper thin, treading over this buried treasure plot cliche we've seen a million times before. Every plot twist you have mapped out in the first 10 minutes. Plausibility is beat up in every scene until it's just about black and blue all over. Like the fact that they can hold their breath for 4 or 5 minutes during a single dive, just shows the ridiculousness of this. Everything is done to look good, and the aesthetics will not be dampened by facts and constraints of reality.

Into the Blue is the film equivalent of eye candy. At best, this is the frothiest of guilty pleasures, watching Jessica and Paul strike a pose that will be poster fodder across the wall of many a teenager. At worst, this is mindless drivel, beating a dead horse that has been stinking up the barn for years. In other words, you get exactly what you were expecting when you settled into your seat. Don't even try to play it off like you weren't here to energize your fantasy piggy bank.