This movie is definitely in the running for Worst Movie of All Time. Anyone who has even the most basic knowledge of sailing can give you a run down of everything about this movie that makes it completely preposterous from a technical standpoint, and the continuously poor judgement exercised by The Protagonist that leaves you wishing him dead at every turn, just so you can go home and be done with it.
It's as if a bunch of guys who have never seen water, much less a boat, got together and decided to make a movie about making a transoceanic passage, with predictable success. It's absolutely clear that none of the people involved in making this movie have even the slightest idea of what you would need to know to even get to the point where you would find yourself 1700 miles from land in the Indian Ocean. What is so shocking about this is that this could have been a truly great movie, if only the production had engaged an actual blue water sailor as a technical advisor. It's not as if there is any shortage of them.
Redford's acting is horrendous—he behaves as if he has absolutely no idea what to do, but we are supposed to believe he is single-handing a small craft, presumably around the world, the direction is atrocious—let's start with what direction one needs to sail when in the midst of a huge storm with building -sized waves (hint: you need to sail into the wind, and perpendicular to the waves), and the writer should be put in jail or given extensive mandatory community service cleaning public toilets for this turd of a film, at the very least.
I really don't think I even have words awful enough to do this "film" justice. "All Is Lost" is, indeed, utterly lost, and its only value is perhaps as a lesson for film students as to what not to do when making a movie.
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