4 of 5 stars.
I saw Jaws as a kid and was thereafter fascinated and freaked. The freaked part especially took over in my swimming lessons when I’d envision sharks circling beneath in the cool blue of the overly chlorinated water. This was not a welcome distraction while trying to continuously tread for 5 minutes.
This tale draws on the common primal fear of the things beneath the water. In this case, a monster that can hide like a ray along the flat surfaces. A desperately sad man, Glenn, has lost his 16 y.o. son, Neil, in a deep end drowning accident. Or was it an accident?
Glenn is drawn to the coincidence and tragedy of a spike in pool drowning over the past 5 years at the local spot. His son was merely the last. His son’s voice seems to goad him from beyond leading him to investigate on his own, late at night, and armed with a spear gun. Glenn is losing it, which is not a particularly handy trait if something lurks therein . . .