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Baltasar Kormákur, 2012
Catastrophe is clothed in an unsentimental matter-of-factness in this account of the 1984 sinking of an Icelandic fishing boat. It is the cold that kills the crew before an icy black sea swallows their ghostly corpses.
Alone in the north Atlantic, survivor Gulli swims for it. But on his return home in the film’s second half, he is treated as a scientific curiosity (how could he possibly survive?), leaving little space for his guilt or grief. Still, Gulli’s ordeal – trauma, numbing cold, bare feet shredded on flinty rocks – is visceral stuff.