The Weight of Water (2000) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy) and Tuna |
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It is always difficult to manage parallel stories in
the past and present. Looking back on the films which have used that
device, not many of them are that memorable. The French Lieutenant's
Woman received some good notices when it was released, but I can't
remember much about it now. I really like Dead Again, but that one
walks a fine line between being one of those films and making fun of
those films. Gwyneth Paltrow's Possession was a pleasant enough
diversion if one has a taste for a romantic, literary bauble now and
then. In terms of the basic plotline, The Weight of Water probably has the most in common with Possession. (Weight of Water is the earlier movie, although it passed through its theatrical release virtually unnoticed in 2000). In both films, someone from the present is investigating a mystery in the past, and that experience is causing them to reflect on their own lives. The films are not similar in tone, and they relate the parallel stories in very different ways. Possession is a more straightforward film. Two literary scholars co-operate in the investigation of a secret and theretofore unsuspected relationship between two nineteenth century poets. Each of the modern day scholars specializes in one of the Victorian lovers, paired off by matching sexes. Gwyneth Paltrow, for example, is a specialist in the woman being investigated. She feels she knows the woman, and she identifies with her. When all of her assumptions about the poet are challenged, she begins to re-examine her analysis of the poet and of herself as well. The fact that the poet turned out to be more open to the varieties and richness of love than previously thought caused Gwyneth to open herself up in a similar way. All in all, that was quite a tidy script. The Weight of Water is far less contrived than that, and more subtle, but just not as interesting. A photographer/journalist is investigating a 19th century double murder among the mostly Norwegian immigrants on the rugged islands off the coast of New Hampshire. She and her husband use this as a combination working trip and vacation, sailing about the island locations. Her husband's brother has a boat, and the two couples make it a pleasure cruise, of sorts. |
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The journalist wants to understand the case fully, so she gets so far into the psychology of the characters in the past that she is dreaming about them, imagining them. She concludes that the crime was not committed by the person or for the reasons normally imagined. In the present, her marriage to a Pulitzer-winning poet is experiencing difficulties, and that situation is not made any easier by the fact that her husband is flirting with his brother's girlfriend. It is especially troubling since the girlfriend looks a lot like the gorgeous British model/actress, Elizabeth Hurley. In fact, exactly like her. Hurley seems to spend all of her time making eyes at the husband, sunbathing topless, and sucking suggestively on various household objects. |
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The connection between the past and the present is
tenuous. I was watching carefully, mindful of that very link, and I
saw one very good use of the past story to explain something in the
present. There is a brief period in the present day story when the
journalist's actions seem inexplicable unless one understands what
actually happened in the past, as well as the journalist's perception
of it. That moment or two rang through like a powerful bell, but the
rest of the film almost seemed like two unrelated stories being cut
together randomly. I guess I could live with the sudden merging of the
characters' motivations from previously unsuspected connections if the
two stories were supremely interesting, but they simply were not.
Neither of the two separate stories, if viewed separately, would
really hold my attention. How can you make a double axe murder dull?
This movie had a formula: too much languorous, meaningful glancing and
pregnant pausing, and no surprise in the past story at all. We are led
to believe from the outset that the murderer is innocent and we are
led to believe who really did it and why. The fully detailed story
simply confirms what we had already inferred.
There is a surprise in the present, but I can't say it is one that will provide much of a reward to the viewer for having watched faithfully, and that story is also filled with too many exchanges of meaningful glances for my taste. |
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I found some things to admire about The Weight of
Water, but I didn't find much to like. It's slow and arty, filled with
recitations from poetry, and constantly searching for profundity.
Perhaps it succeeds in that quest from time to time, but I'm not
surprised that such a film was such a complete failure at the box
office.
This water was a little too weighty for my taste. |
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