Although neither this movie nor the earlier adaptation, "The Reckless Moment" by Max Ophüls (1949), adheres closely to the plot of "The Blank Wall," a 1947 novel by Elisabeth Sanxay Holding, the two films stand in interesting contrast to one another.
Both are moved from the suburbs of New York to California, and both are set in peacetime, rather than during WWII, but the really profound change involves sex: rather than a 17-year-old daughter dallying with an older man, it's a 17-year-old son. Both men are predators, and the mother intervenes to protect her child, not entirely wisely.
In The Deep End, that is Tilda Swinton in a finely nuanced performance as Margaret Hall. With her husband away and unreachable, she confronts the man, Darby (Josh Lucas), demanding he desist, but he wants payment. When her son, Beau (Jonathan Tucker, forgettable), discovers this, he and Darby fight in the boathouse of the Hall home on Lake Tahoe. Beau retreats to the house, leaving Darby, who falls off the pier and is killed. Margaret finds the body in the morning, assumes Beau killed him, and dumps it in Lake Tahoe.
Enter Alek Spera (Goran Visnjic), demanding $50,000 for himself and his partner, Nagle (Raymond J. Barry), or they'll give the police a videotape of Beau and Darby having sex. It's a stunning scene, Margaret watching her son on his belly in bed with a man. The camera lingers on Swinton, whose stare will stay with you as the double devastation dawns on her: she's already assumed that her son is capable of murder, now she's seeing images that further redefine him forever-- images that are also inculpatory evidence in the murder.
She tries to raise the money while carrying on as normal a routine as she can with her three children and father-in-law, while Spera keeps returning, demanding payment. The movie never drags, but the crime is far more interesting than the dull family stuff, which is mostly Margaret chauffeuring her kids around (the movie even adds a third kid and ballet lessons). A very big deal is made of the fact that Margaret has to juggle Mom duties while also trying to protect her son from nothing less than a murder charge. Her speeches about her responsibilities didn't impress me as much as they did her blackmailer, which means either I'm cold-hearted (I'm not), or Spera is a softy. Unfortunately, he isn't fleshed out the way he needs to be (and the way James Mason was as that character in the Ophüls film).
I had a lot of difficulty believing that Margaret was so immediately ready to assume that Beau killed a man that she dumps the body before even asking him about it. And there are smaller problems, one in particular that stands out: about two-thirds of the way into the film, we suddenly learn that Beau drives and has his own car. Seriously? So why has his mother been driving him around? And why wasn't her father-in-law pitching in with his grandchildren?
If you can overlook the muddled Mom stuff (I couldn't, not entirely), the film is absolutely worth a look for the emotional complexity of Swinton's performance. She was a well-established actress in England and Europe by 2001, but her career in America took off after this, and no wonder.
Both are moved from the suburbs of New York to California, and both are set in peacetime, rather than during WWII, but the really profound change involves sex: rather than a 17-year-old daughter dallying with an older man, it's a 17-year-old son. Both men are predators, and the mother intervenes to protect her child, not entirely wisely.
In The Deep End, that is Tilda Swinton in a finely nuanced performance as Margaret Hall. With her husband away and unreachable, she confronts the man, Darby (Josh Lucas), demanding he desist, but he wants payment. When her son, Beau (Jonathan Tucker, forgettable), discovers this, he and Darby fight in the boathouse of the Hall home on Lake Tahoe. Beau retreats to the house, leaving Darby, who falls off the pier and is killed. Margaret finds the body in the morning, assumes Beau killed him, and dumps it in Lake Tahoe.
Enter Alek Spera (Goran Visnjic), demanding $50,000 for himself and his partner, Nagle (Raymond J. Barry), or they'll give the police a videotape of Beau and Darby having sex. It's a stunning scene, Margaret watching her son on his belly in bed with a man. The camera lingers on Swinton, whose stare will stay with you as the double devastation dawns on her: she's already assumed that her son is capable of murder, now she's seeing images that further redefine him forever-- images that are also inculpatory evidence in the murder.
She tries to raise the money while carrying on as normal a routine as she can with her three children and father-in-law, while Spera keeps returning, demanding payment. The movie never drags, but the crime is far more interesting than the dull family stuff, which is mostly Margaret chauffeuring her kids around (the movie even adds a third kid and ballet lessons). A very big deal is made of the fact that Margaret has to juggle Mom duties while also trying to protect her son from nothing less than a murder charge. Her speeches about her responsibilities didn't impress me as much as they did her blackmailer, which means either I'm cold-hearted (I'm not), or Spera is a softy. Unfortunately, he isn't fleshed out the way he needs to be (and the way James Mason was as that character in the Ophüls film).
I had a lot of difficulty believing that Margaret was so immediately ready to assume that Beau killed a man that she dumps the body before even asking him about it. And there are smaller problems, one in particular that stands out: about two-thirds of the way into the film, we suddenly learn that Beau drives and has his own car. Seriously? So why has his mother been driving him around? And why wasn't her father-in-law pitching in with his grandchildren?
If you can overlook the muddled Mom stuff (I couldn't, not entirely), the film is absolutely worth a look for the emotional complexity of Swinton's performance. She was a well-established actress in England and Europe by 2001, but her career in America took off after this, and no wonder.
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