It's tempting to call The Disappeared a mixture of The Perfect Storm and survival-horror one-note Open Water. Doing so would give you a sense of how the unflinching film follows six fishermen adrift in the North Atlantic. But it would also be a disservice to the powerful and raw movie director Shandi Mitchell has made with her feature debut. The harsh unending expanse of the sea is brutally captured. Its changing colours signal the passage of each day, but also trap the men and their two yellow boats in a haunting canvas of grey and blue and black. In its own way, The Disappeared is a film about purgatory. These weathered men who are stuck between life and death. With neither God, nor fate, or any other force to look out for them, all they can do is pick up their oars and keep rowing into the abyss.