By now everyone’s apt to have seen Ghost Ship. Not a bad
film, not really, but having just re-watched it I decided to go back and
re-watch the film which obviously fathered Ghost Ship.
I don’t really want to venture the opinion that Ghost Ship
is a remake of Death Ship (although I suppose you could make your own comparisons),
but if you’ve seen both films you’ll undoubtedly understand where I’m coming
from.
And as good as Ghost Ship is (there really were occasionally
good moments scattered here and there) it’ll never quite beat Death Ship. The claustrophobia
just wasn’t there. The dread not quite palpable enough. In the end, Ghost Ship is
brimming with so much unrealized material that it painfully boarders cliché
despite an admirable cast.
But I guess Hollywood were aiming for a different
viewing audience when they green lit it. Which is a shame, because every now
and again I stumble across a film that would have worked so much better if only
the boundaries had been pushed a little further and to hell with the hordes of
bubble-gum chewing teens.
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