A movie being slow isn’t always a problem, but The Weight of Water isn’t just slow – it’s ponderous and boring in the worst ways, filled with pretention and unearned weight. There’s none of the fun or joy of a film like Point Break here, but it doesn’t come close to earning the kind of a weight of later Bigelow films like Zero Dark Thirty and The Hurt Locker. No, this is a film full of stylistic pomp with little underneath the surface, confusingly told.

It’s astonishing to think a film this slow and ponderous was given a $16 million budget, and it’s not surprising that this film was a colossal flop.

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