About forty-five minutes into Haven, I glanced down at my trusty notebook (which is almost impossible to make out in a pitch-black theater) and scribbled the words, "What the heck is this movie about?" With a number of characters and storylines to follow, it's fairly easy to compare Haven to a messy plate of delicious-looking pasta. While you know the food is probably scrumptious, there's a good chance you'll pass it up because, frankly, there's too much to consume and you don't feel like dirtying your hands, as well as that groovy shirt and pants combo.
In order to simplify things for you (and for me), Haven is basically split up into two separate stories, with multiple sub-plots linked to each one. With the exception of one or two scenes, the entire film is set in the Cayman Islands. However, the island's lush, picturesque landscape -- the one you remember from that vacation where you may have spent a little too much time lounging by the pool -- is replaced by a gritty, seedy underground world, complete with shady, white-collar Americans, drugs, sex, guns and murder.