There’s a shark in Paris in a knowingly improbable yet genuinely entertaining summer thriller that deserves its place near the top of a hit-and-miss subgenre
Almost exactly a decade ago, I unwittingly played into an extremely corny publicity gimmick by wearing a heart-rate monitor during a movie screening. I did this because the film in question was supposedly one of the scariest ever made. I would wear the monitor, and my involuntary responses would provide everyone with quantifiable proof of just how scary it was.
But it backfired, because the film wasn’t actually very good. It was a generic found-footage horror called As Above, So Below; the central conceit of which was basically “Aren’t the Paris catacombs scary?” It turns out, they are not.
Or at least that’s what I thought until this week, when a grand corrective entitled Under Paris swept onto Netflix. Now, the central conceit of Under Paris is basically “Aren’t the Paris catacombs scary … when there’s a massive shark swimming around them?” You will be pleased to know the shark helps.
Directed and co-written by Xavier Gens (Lupin, Gangs of London, Hit Man), Under Paris is a wildly ambitious, relentlessly silly but genuinely terrifying action-cum-horror-cum-disaster movie about a giant shark that finds itself in Paris. “But isn’t that impossible?” You’re asking. “Aren’t sharks saltwater creatures and isn’t the Seine a freshwater river?” You are also asking: “Isn’t the Seine much too cold to comfortably accommodate a shark?” If your grasp of local geography is particularly good, you may also be asking: “Hang on a minute? Isn’t the Seine governed by a complex system of locks? How on Earth would a shark get through those by itself?”
The answer to all these questions is: “Shut up, idiot.” Under Paris knows about all your misgivings, which is why every few minutes it’ll have someone question the logic of the entire premise, only to have someone explain it away with some sort of wooly faux-scientific flimflam. There are bigger things to worry about. Like, for instance, the fact that there is a shark in the Seine on the very week that the mayor has organised a triathlon.
It sounds ridiculous, I know. It sounds a bit like Gens has accidentally made Le Meg. But Under Paris is so fun, and so sturdily built, that you find yourself strapping in and enjoying the ride anyway. At least before the whole thing explodes (I’ll get to that), there’s a pleasing economy to the film. It’s slightly reminiscent of Godzilla Minus One, in that the monster gains effectiveness from being hidden a lot of the time. It’s primarily a human story, albeit a story about a human whose husband is eaten by a shark in the Pacific Ocean and then can’t believe her rotten luck when the same shark effectively follows her home.