I watched Attenborough’s latest blockbuster at the cinema last night with my family, and thought I’d collect some thoughts here. First off, it’s wonderfully put together. That’s hardly news with Attenborough. Of course, it’s beautifully shot, and captures marine animals doing things we haven’t seen them do before. Much of it is really entrancing.
It’s also quite a hard-hitting film. It focuses, laser-eyed, on the carnage industrial fishing is wreaking in the ocean. The middle section of the film, which follows the beam of a bottom trawler as it trashes – just demolishes! – everything on the seabed is genuinely traumatic to watch. There was an eerie silence in our cinema, which contained quite a few kids. Even though I knew intellectually what bottom trawling looked like, and the damage it does, I honestly don’t think I will ever forget those images. It is hard to imagine a more compelling visual demonstration of the harm we are doing to the planet.
I wouldn’t say I learned much from the film, but then I am a bit of an ocean conservation geek. I sincerely hope that as many people see the film as possible. I would love it to spark a kind of Rainbow Warrior moment, perhaps with regards to bottom trawling (scallop dredging, which the film also shows, is smaller in scale but hardly less destructive).
I was pleased to see explicit discussion of the colonial (fishing) practices that are still maiming the ocean, and impoverishing many coastal communities. There was also a genuine effort to learn from indigenous and non-Western perspectives, in addition to the usual North Atlantic voices.
My only reservations circle around the stories that the film does not tell.
First off, the film does not ‘do’ capitalism. It notes that High Seas fishing is hugely destructive, and hugely subsidised. There is a story to tell here, of the kind Guy Standing has told, about rentier capitalism, and the capture of policy-making by an unrepresentative economic elite. But the film does not really ‘do’ politics either – it fits comfortably with the narrative that environmental destruction is a problem we can ‘science the hell out of,’ rather than one that will require concerted political responses. (It would have been nice, in the closing sections where the UN’s goal of protecting 30 percent of the ocean (and land) by 2030 is discussed, to note that all of the UN’s previous biodiversity targets have been missed, and that this is one is very likely to be missed too, by quite some distance. The current conservation model is just not working).
Second, the approach to climate change is limited. In its more boosterish moments, the film is keen to highlight to contribution that rebounding ecosystems could make to drawing down carbon. This is an important message. Likewise, it notes the terrible contribution bottom trawling makes to the climate, by stirring up huge amounts of carbon currently contained on the seabed (by some reckonings, the climate impact of bottom trawling is as big as that of global aviation – another reason it should be banned).
But, given its laser-eyed focus on industrial fishing, the film rather gives the impression that if we could roll back industrial fishing, the ocean would rebound. For instance, the discussion of coral reefs suggests that, once industrial fishing is reduced, reef fish will come back and nibble away the algae that is enveloping many coral reefs. But the biggest threat to coral reefs is of course climate change, even if industrial fishing makes things (much) worse. If we do not cut our emissions radically and quickly, the vast majority of the tropical reefs will be dead, and soon. (For that matter, aside from a couple of obligatory gestures towards plastic, the film generally steered clear of discussing other forms of pollution, including nitrogen pollution). If this leaves viewers with impression that ending – or even seriously curtailing – industrial fishing would allow the ocean to recover, then that would be a misleading impression. The ocean faces many more threats, each of which needs concerted attention.
So: a wonderful film when it comes to alerting us to (some of) the problems, and (some of) the solutions, which does a terrific job of visually encapsulating (some of) the harms we are doing to the ocean’s ecosystems. But the next job is to try and conjure up a lively and contestatory politics of the ocean, which challenges business as usual and offers a sense of what other futures are open to us. As my comrades at Ocean Rebellion will be arguing at the UN Ocean Conference in Nice next month, “Another Ocean is Possible.” We need to know that, and we also need to recognise that getting there will involve not just more science, and more entrancing visuals, but more politics, more contestation, and more holding power to account.
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Laban 05.09.25 at 8:24 pm
I would really recommend the 1992 book “Seven-Tenths: The Sea and its Thresholds” by James Hamilton-Patersonm (a great writer), where (inter alia) he takes a trip on a North Sea bottom trawler off Peterhead:
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When the codend is finally hauled out, the picture is suddenly not at all immemorial but dismally contemporary. A soft sack of fish appears, about the size of a bundle of hotel laundry and festooned with rubbish. The heads of flatfish stick out at all angles, eyes bulging with pressure, and from them and between them hang rags of plastic, bin liners, torn freezer packs, lengths of electric cable, flattened orange juice containers.
The brutal meeting of still-flapping bodies with machinery is contemporary, too. As the codend is hauled free of the water the fish caught further up the net are already being minced as they are dragged over the hydraulic pulley high above the stern. Their
shredded bodies drop into the sea to be pounced on by gannets.
The full squalor of the net’s contents is not revealed until the codend is swung inboard and emptied into a wooden sty. Into this mass of bodies smeared with grey North Sea silt wade men in wellingtons, crunching and kicking among the dying, sorting out the
unwanted with their feet: paint tins, a length of rusty chain, a battered steel drum, a work gauntlet, two beer bottles encrusted with growths, lumps of torn starfish, clods of jelly, the silvery sack of vacuum packed coffee with the name of a Hamburg supermarket still legible. The rubbish of a thousand fishing boats and oil rigs and supply vessels is daily fished up, winnowed out and thrown straight back into the sea, building up on the bottom into an ever more concentrated and handpicked stratum of garbage.
Laban 05.09.25 at 8:39 pm
Within (just) living memory, the North Sea was full of Atlantic Bluefin Tuna, a big, strong fish which wealthy Europeans would go after for sport in the 1930s.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big-game_tunny_fishing_off_Scarborough
Known as “tunny” and tinned, it was a staple food of poor Brits until they were all fished out by the early 1960s. It was made illegal to land them, and it took 60 years for the numbers to recover to the extent that limited catches are now allowed. Now they are sold to high-end sushi places.
Thomas P 05.10.25 at 9:56 am
I remember how over two decades ago a group of Swedish researchers wanted to make a study on the effects on bottom trawling in Kattegatt, west of Sweden. They had to cancel the study because they couldn’t find a single untouched spot of sea floor to use as a reference.
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