Okay, maybe I should have learned my lesson with the last one. "All Is Lost," despite rave reviews from film critics (who turn out to know nothing about sailing), did not turn out to be a movie that sailors "could truly love." Instead, it turned out to be a movie that required serial and epic suspension of (sailing knowledge-generated) disbelief. Whether it was the apparently motorized shipping container, the apparently motorized lifeboat, the inexplicable lack of an EPIRB, the preference for shaving over storm preparation (go here for an excellent and devastating list), All Is Lost turned out to be a movie sailors could truly hate. Hell, it didn't even get Robert Redford his expected Academy Award nomination (I didn't realize there might be an Oscar for grunting, grimacing, staring into space, and making stupid decisions).