The Deep End is melodrama, and that might be all you need to know in order to decide not to see it. But it's a pretty good movie; only a couple of the necessary plot twists are too clunky, and the gradual building of, not suspense exactly but interest in what might happen next works well. Ultimately, though, what you've got is Tilda Swinton. Swinton's been in a lot of weird movies, like Orlando where her character lived 400 years and changed genders every so often, and Female Perversions, based on a non-fiction book of feminist theory, where Swinton had hot sex with Karen Sillas that was a match for what you see in Mulholland Drive. The Deep End isn't weird, but by now when we see Swinton we assume weird; between the baggage she brings from her earlier movies and her oft-noted skin tones, she's like a high-end European version of Rose McGowan (if McGowan were about 8 inches taller). Swinton is the main reason to see this movie; ok, Swinton and that Croatian hunk from ER.
Review of The Deep End
