How can this man seriously think he can endure weeks upon weeks alone on the ocean? Waves the size of office towers, relentless winds - he can barely maneuver his dinghy past the mooring. (Note: I've been waiting years to use that phrase in a review - "maneuver his dinghy past the mooring.")
Like Into the Wild, Sean Penn's mesmerizing, melancholy adaptation of Jon Krakauer's book about a young American who wanders into the Alaskan outback (it opens Sept. 28), Deep Water is a story about survival in the elements, about man putting himself into extreme, and extremely stupid, situations.
Osmond and Rothwell interview Crowhurst's wife and son, and the publicity agent who helped hype the big event. The widow of Bernard Moitessier, a Crowhurst competitor (and a far more able-bodied seaman), talks about her husband's single-minded obsession, his deep need to sail. And Moitessier himself, through journal entries, reveals much about the mind of a man in a state of absolute solitude - a tiny dot in a tiny boat bobbing in endless seas beneath endless sky.
What happens with Crowhurst - who kept his own journals, and filmed himself aboard his vessel, the Teignmouth Electron - is what Deep Water is about. It is about his eight fellow sailors, of course, and about the different ways human beings respond to stress, to isolation, to challenge.
At the risk of giving too much away, I'll say this: The story of Donald Crowhurst is not one of remarkable courage or remarkable endurance.
But it is remarkable.
Deep Water ***1/2 (out of four stars)
Directed by Louise Osmond and Jerry Rothwell. With Donald Crowhurst, Clare Crowhurst, Simon Crowhurst, Robin Knox-Johnston and Francoise Moitessier de Cazalet. Distributed by IFC Films.
Running time: 1 hour, 33 mins.
Parent's guide: PG (adult themes)
Playing at: Ritz East
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