‘Deepwater Horizon’ is a spectacle of emotion

“Deepwater Horizon” was an emotionally gripping, visceral experience.

Trailers for the film may have had one looking forward to the inevitable action and destruction that would evidently come, but the sheer emotion from every character, no matter how unimportant, made the film.

The casualness of the rig workers before being transported to the titular facility showed how routine the activity was.

They all knew they would be away for around 20 days or so.

Nothing different was ever expected. It tied the viewer to these people’s’ mundane lives.

We knew they had families to go home to, people to see and other life responsibilities off the rig.

Trouble is, the inevitable horror of what was to come looms over the seemingly calm day that had surrounded the film thus far. Everything went to hell so quickly.

Never have I felt more hopeless, alone and terrified in a movie theater than when Mark Wahlberg collapses to the floor and sobs because of the horrors he’d seen.

Never have I gripped the armrests harder than when I watched a man’s bone be pushed back into his leg so he could be pulled out of a broken floor.

The sheer level horror and violence from this movie was achieved without any conflict.

I’ve never felt more connected to a group of people whom I have never known in my life, simply due to the fact that we are all connected to the fear of tragedy.

I left the theater wide-eyed and trembling, speechless from trauma I’d never even experienced firsthand.

The story was fairly standard, but the emotion from the movie left a haunting feeling of dread that I still cannot shake.