Deep Water | Little White Lies

Deep Water

16 Mar 2022 / Released: 18 Mar 2022

Words by Elena Lazic

Directed by Adrian Lyne

Starring Ana de Armas, Ben Affleck, and Tracy Letts

Two women with curly blonde hair, smiling and laughing in a black and white photo.
Two women with curly blonde hair, smiling and laughing in a black and white photo.
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Anticipation.

An erotic thriller? In this economy?

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Enjoyment.

Sexy, twisted and knowing.

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In Retrospect.

A joy from start to finish.

Ana de Armas and Ben Affleck play spous­es engrossed in a twist­ed game of cat and mouse in direc­tor Adri­an Lyne’s long-await­ed return.

Fans of the genre or oth­er­wise, most of us must have at some point in the last twen­ty years won­dered: what hap­pened to the erot­ic thriller? Ubiq­ui­tous in Amer­i­can com­mer­cial cin­e­ma of the 1980s and 1990s with films like 9½ Weeks, Basic Instinct, Sliv­er or Dis­clo­sure, it has now all but disappeared.

While real heads know that delight­ful­ly camp vari­a­tions on the genre can be found in con­tem­po­rary African Amer­i­can cin­e­ma (see: Obsessed, The Per­fect Guy, When The Bough Breaks) and in the DTV mar­ket, even the best titles there can­not reach the heights or elab­o­rate pro­duc­tion val­ues of, say, Fatal Attrac­tion or Inde­cent Proposal.

One rea­son for this lack could sim­ply be the extend­ed cre­ative absence of the direc­tor of these two lat­ter films, the British film­mak­er Adri­an Lyne. One of the great mas­ters of the Amer­i­can erot­ic thriller, Lyne showed, with just a hand­ful of films, how Hol­ly­wood could bring sex and lust to the big screen in sump­tu­ous, styl­ish fashion.

Now Lyne is back, but his new film Deep Water isn’t just a return to old obses­sions and hangups, or a mere vic­to­ry lap. The film instead appears to have been made with the under­stand­ing that if we haven’t seen erot­ic thrillers in a while, that may also be because what con­sti­tut­ed great (erot­ic) stakes in the late 20th cen­tu­ry would seem rel­a­tive­ly undra­mat­ic in our more sex­u­al­ly lib­er­at­ed age. Cheat­ing on your hus­band, like let­ting your wife sleep with Robert Red­ford just once in exchange for a mil­lion dol­lars, sim­ply does not seem that big of a deal in 2022.

Man in brown coat standing in a room with brick walls and machinery, looking thoughtful.

Con­se­quent­ly, and to our great joy, Deep Water opts for a refresh­ing­ly self-aware take on the erot­ic thriller, where the hot wife does not hide her extra-mar­i­tal affairs, her rich hus­band does not fight with her about them, and nei­ther ever face the con­se­quences of their actions. From the very begin­ning of the film, Ana de Armas’ Melin­da is seen flirt­ing with a younger man (Bren­dan Miller) at a par­ty whilst her straight-faced hub­by, Ben Affleck’s Vic, looks on.

When their eyes meet, she does not stop, and he does not look away. Friends and acquain­tances present have noticed Melinda’s rather adul­ter­ous behav­iour, but the cou­ple does not care: they live in a world where pre­tence and rep­u­ta­tion do not mat­ter; the only thing that does is mon­ey. When Vic tells a guest, writer Don Wil­son (Tra­cy Letts), that he designed a key microchip used in mil­i­tary drones, his wife Melin­da exclaims that his respon­si­bil­i­ty in drone killings is noth­ing next to his for­tune; she is try­ing to embar­rass her hus­band, but she also appears to be telling the truth. When first intro­duced to him, Wil­son men­tions a per­sis­tent rumour that Vic killed a man who used to be friends” with Melin­da. True or not, one would think that the police would at least talk to Vic about it. They nev­er do.

Fol­low­ing a sim­ple plot pro­gres­sion, Deep Water amus­es not so much with the shock­ing twists and turns of the clas­sic erot­ic thriller (though there are plen­ty of those, too), but rather with tit­il­lat­ing sus­pense about just how deep this sup­posed impuni­ty goes, on both sides of the mar­riage. Is Melin­da real­ly sleep­ing with these beau­ti­ful young men? The ques­tion could be con­sid­ered irrel­e­vant since there is enough evi­dence to call these at least emo­tion­al affairs.” In any case, it is soon super­seded in the view­ers’ minds by anoth­er more press­ing one: could Vic real­ly be a killer?

Lyne’s genius here is to play with the very func­tion and charge of the innu­en­do, the allu­sion, the hint – that sta­ple of the erot­ic film, here repur­posed as the cen­tral mech­a­nism of a thriller (a smart move, in an age where so many peo­ple appar­ent­ly deem sex scenes unnec­es­sary,” and in a gen­er­al­ly sex-starved film land­scape). Killing and long­ing inter­twine – unsur­pris­ing­ly, the film is adapt­ed from a nov­el by Patri­cia High­smith, author of the sim­i­lar­ly twist­ed The Tal­ent­ed Mr Rip­ley.

On a moment to moment basis, the film there­fore con­tin­u­al­ly and inten­tion­al­ly veers between the overt and the sub­tle, a remark­able frame­work that allows two won­der­ful and won­der­ful­ly com­mit­ted actors to deliv­er per­for­mances by turns nuanced and hilar­i­ous­ly big. Not since Gone Girl have we had the plea­sure to wit­ness Affleck’s tremen­dous micro-act­ing, Vic’s mask of detach­ment break­ing in small, con­trolled ways in reac­tion to Melinda’s shenani­gans or point­ed remarks.

De Armas’ full bod­ied turn as the life-hun­gry Melin­da stands in sharp con­trast to his extreme­ly sub­dued take on this crush­ing­ly dull char­ac­ter; the moment when he final­ly does blow up is one of great, dark­ly com­ic relief. But the veneer of sub­tle­ty and things unproven or unsaid glo­ri­ous­ly breaks to reveal the obvi­ous more than once before that: back home from who knows where, Melin­da one day snipes at Vic, if you were mar­ried to any­one else you’d be so fuck­ing bored, you’d kill yourself.”

Lyne has not at all for­got­ten how to turn on his audi­ence, but most remark­able about Deep Water is the fact that beyond being a sexy and grue­some thriller, it is also an absolute riot.

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