Margaret Hall's (Tilda Swinton) teenage daughter fixes up cars real good. So good in fact that when the town sheriff comes calling about a murder, he smirks: "She'd make a perfect husband for someone". Which is Swinton's character—dutiful mom to a household of children and a grandpa, with no husband in sight. This is the heart of THE DEEP END, an underrated melodrama about Mrs. Hall mixed up in some nasty business.
A fairly competent thriller with homosexual elements that merely feel like a signpost to a path otherwise well trodden. Swinton carries the increasingly far-fetched nonsense with customary cool aplomb.
Less artsy-fartsy than Suture, but also less effective. It seems like McGehee and Siegel always build a story around those 2-3 turning points they've meticulously planned to shot in some purely aesthetic manner, but writing a movie is typically the other way around.