Review of 47 Meters Down: Uncaged

I wasn't particularly impressed by the first 47 METERS DOWN but this sequel, UNCAGED, is the real pits (no pun intended). There's no cage diving this time around, just an all-female group of annoyances who decide to go diving in a remote beauty spot only to discover that a number of sinister sharks are intent on having them for breakfast, lunch and tea. The idea has potential, as do most monster flisks, but it's the shoddy execution that really lets this one down. The viewer sits through the boring set-up with the block-headed protagonists (Stallone's daughter among them), only to then have to put up with an hour of interminable underwater shaky-cam scenes which boil down to jump scares and little else.