Timely yet terrifying, The Flood predicts the unthinkable. When a raging storm coincides with high seas it unleashes a colossal tidal surge, which travels mercilessly down England's East Coast and into the Thames Estuary. Overwhelming the Barrier, torrents of water pour into the city. The lives of millions of Londoners are at stake.
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Liked the movie ,but the end really?If the father go into the water the are in a water research lab. He could easy take 1 more from thous little airtank bring with him. Under water the tank is not that heavy and it was just 1 smal he had with him ,the should have think of that in the movie ,this way the movie looks so unrealistis. He not needed to die.So for me nice movie stupid end that breaks the movie
I really wanted to like this movie, as the concept of a waterlogged London intrigued me and I love a vast majority of the cast. But what a bitter disappointment. Granted the photography and special effects are great and very cleverly done. And the music is decent. Everything else however went down under-water like a sunken ship.The story and concept were really intriguing. But it wasn't told very well. Why? Because the film is very stodgily paced, while the subplots are badly underdeveloped and clichéd and the climax is very badly botched. Then we have flat direction and an awful script. Even the acting was disappointing. Robert Carlyle, Tom Courtenay and David Suchet are truly talented characters, but their characters are not interesting. Neither are everyone else's. In fact all the characters are very cardboard especially Jessalyn Gilsig's and Joanne Whalley's.Overall, a big disappointment, looks great but it is badly told and dull. 4/10 Bethany Cox
This movie couldn't have been televised at a more appropriate time - it really coincided with Hurricane Ike and all the destruction and flooding in Texas, especially around the Galveston and Houston areas. The opening was very graphic yet totally believable. You really begin to realize just how helpless we all are against the forces of nature. I only hope that somewhere, someplace there is someone or something that has been organized to deal with a catastrophe like the one depicted in The Flood. I believe that no matter what does happen in the world - there will be help for us - but so far in my life I'm glad that I've never had to experience any thing like The Flood. Both my husband and I enjoyed the movie and hope to see more film directed by Tony Mitchell.
This film is striking for its opening sequence of a flash flood in Scotland, especially after seeing footage of what happened in Galveston, Texas, with Hurrican Ike just now. It unfortunately goes downhill from there. It might as well have been set in the XIXth century for all the realism of the weather-predicting techniques. For the last 10 years at least, the paths of hurricanes have been highly predictable a week ahead of time thanks to probability analysis. Even your local weather channel is a better predicting tool than anything imagined in this film. That part is laughable. Unfortunately, so is the drama element which is redolent of the worst soap-opera (read: hormonal) hysterics on record on both sides of the Atlantic. Failed marriages, missing children, the usual vaginal yearnings, you get the idea... How bad is it? It makes "The Day After Tomorrow" look like an undiscovered play by Henrik Ibsen. I find particularly offensive that this film depicts the lives of millions of Londoners depending on the whims of a single powerful woman with gonads the size of weather balloons surrounded by menzipoo wimps. On the plus side, the destruction of London by tidal wave (and CGI) is sort of cool at times, if you like that sort of thing. Action scenes are powerful if a little confused. The British actors are competent but lack charisma. The whole production, while infinitely better than any made-for-TV American entertainment of the same ilk, tries to embrace too much, Eastenders, Coronation Street and "Titanic" all rolled into one, and fails. The film's cardinal sin is that the talkiest scenes sound and look like cost-cutting time-fillers. The trendy blue-green colour scheme and the vaguely Celtic wailings of the soundtrack are the last word in oblivion-bound film-making.