When a short’s just over one minute long, you know it’s going to incorporate a jump scare – but it’s a hell of a doozy.
One Last Dive readily exploits its deep-dive, underwater setting to maximum, chilling effect, rapidly escalating its sense of dread and tightening the noose with not just the aforementioned jump scare, but what I like to call a “doom scare” – something that, when you see it, makes you realise that everything and everyone is fucked. That it’s over. That there’s no way out. And that the very idea of it even remotely happening to you is enough to give you moviegoer’s anxiety.
All that in under two minutes. More, please!
An Englishwoman in Salem 