The ocean has always held mysteries, but in Leviathan Rising (2026), it becomes a nightmare. Antoine Fuqua may have given us the shadows of Alcatraz last year, but here the abyss itself becomes the stage, and Tom Cruise leads the charge against a terror older than humanity. This is blockbuster filmmaking in its purest form—loud, colossal, and yet surprisingly intimate when it counts.

Tom Cruise, at 64, shows no sign of slowing down. As Commander Jack Mason, he’s the anchor of the chaos, embodying the kind of reckless bravery only Cruise can sell. Whether piloting submersibles through volcanic trenches or free-diving into the crushing black void, he makes you believe in every impossible stunt. And yes, the rumors are true: he performed much of it himself, pushing physical limits in ways that mirror the relentless energy of the film itself.
Ana de Armas brings nuance to the spectacle as Dr. Elena Reyes, the scientist who sees beyond the destruction. Her performance is equal parts intellect and emotional core, grounding the narrative with a sense of awe and dread. She isn’t just here to explain the monster—she becomes the moral compass of the story, reminding Mason and Kane that humanity’s arrogance may have provoked the awakening.

Idris Elba’s General Marcus Kane is the film’s hammer: commanding, uncompromising, and yet carrying a weariness that betrays the cost of endless war. His chemistry with Cruise crackles—two titans of cinema clashing over strategy, morality, and survival. Their arguments are as gripping as the battles themselves, turning leadership into its own kind of combat.
And then there’s the Leviathan. To call it a monster undersells the sheer presence of this creature. It’s a mountain of scales, eyes burning like abyssal fires, its roar capable of rattling entire cities. The visual effects team outdoes themselves, blending cutting-edge CGI with practical water tanks and miniatures to deliver a beast that feels terrifyingly real. When it breaches, the screen doesn’t just shake—you feel as if the theater itself might collapse.
But the film’s true masterstroke lies in its escalation. Just when you think you’ve seen the full scale of destruction, Fuqua plunges deeper. Entire coastlines drown beneath tsunami walls. Battleships are torn in half like toys. And then comes the reveal: the Leviathan is not alone. The shift from one monster to a spawning ground of titans raises the stakes to near-apocalyptic levels, turning the film into a war for existence itself.

The action sequences are relentless yet carefully orchestrated. One standout set piece involves a nighttime assault in the Mariana Trench, where bioluminescent horrors lurk in the darkness as Mason and Reyes attempt a desperate infiltration. The tension is suffocating, and the payoff—a ballet of steel, flesh, and fire in crushing black waters—is nothing short of jaw-dropping.
For all its bombast, Leviathan Rising is also a meditation on human hubris. The script hints that the Leviathans may be more than monsters—they’re nature’s ancient failsafe, a reminder of the fragility of human dominance. In one haunting monologue, Dr. Reyes describes them as “the ocean’s memory made flesh,” a line that lingers long after the explosions fade.
The sound design deserves its own ovation. The guttural roar of the Leviathan, the metallic groan of collapsing ships, the thunder of tidal waves—all layered with a score that oscillates between operatic grandeur and minimalist dread. It’s an auditory experience that swallows you whole, much like the creature itself.

By the time the climactic dive into the spawning trench arrives, the film has built to an unbearable crescendo. Sacrifices are made, betrayals revealed, and survival becomes less about victory than endurance. The final twenty minutes are a masterclass in sustained tension, with Cruise, de Armas, and Elba pushing their characters to the brink of despair before finding slivers of hope in the abyss.
With an anticipated rating of 9.0/10, Leviathan Rising is more than just another monster movie. It’s a roaring, tidal-wave of spectacle, carried by an all-star cast that refuses to drown in the noise. It’s about gods and monsters, yes, but also about the resilience of the human spirit when confronted with forces beyond comprehension. In the end, it reminds us that the greatest battles aren’t fought on land or in the sky—they’re fought in the depths we fear to face.