, chances are good that you have no strong feelings about eight-armed cephalopods. You might associate their tentacles with horror movies or appetizer plates — but likely not such stirring matters as interspecies communication or physical renewal after dire injury, to name two of the indelible turning points in this winningly unorthodox nature film.
The story unfolds with deceptive simplicity and startling beauty in a patch of sea off South Africa's Western Cape that's protected by a thick kelp forest, and therefore relatively calm. Its waters are, however, bracingly cold, dipping below 50 degrees Fahrenheit, and Foster goes in sans wetsuit or scuba gear. He wants a direct experience with the environment, and aims to be as nonintrusive as possible among the fish and mollusks.
Watched it this weekend and loved it. It stays with you.
Good documentary.
More like My Octopus Lover.
Beautiful!
Wut