Whalefall review: Austin Abrams survival thriller is hard to stomach
A star rating of 2 out of 5. “The ocean always provides,” says Josh Brolin’s grizzled, tattoo-clad Mitt Gardiner in survival drama Whalefall, a seadog so salty you could season your fish and chips with him. He’s talking to his son Jay (Austin Abrams), a young man who has spent his life trying to live up to his boozy, abusive father’s demands. Adapted from the novel by Daniel Kraus, this Biblical-like tale of redemption begins as Mitt is on his boat in the middle of the ocean, alongside friend Hewey (John Oritz). Before you know it, he’s jumped into the water. With no body found, Jay takes it upon himself to search for his father’s remains underwater, a journey that takes him, quite literally, into the belly of the beast. His father’s scuba training ringing in his ears, Jay wades into the waves at Monterey’s Monastery Beach, ignoring the sign that says “at least 30 people have died”. This is not crystal clear Caribbean waters, but murky depths, filled with swathes of seaweed. Before long, …









