Itâs not the easiest sell for anyone who isnât glued to the World Fishing Network (1997âs Gone Fishinâ made a loss of more than $30m) and itâs perhaps one of the reasons why the film was ultimately sold to Netflix, a safe space for precarious box office risks. But even for those whose only memory of staring at water with a rod in hand is one of cold, crushing boredom (I speak from glum experience), itâs a slick little crowd-pleaser and one that could have charmed and cheered an audience of all ages if they were somehow convinced to go see it. Itâll hopefully find its way to people at home, in among the flotsam, and while itâs unlikely to lead to a fishing boom (for many practical reasons, this is not going to do for the sport what The Queenâs Gambit did for chess) it does a surprisingly effective job at making us care whatâs on the end of the line.