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December 25, 1989 12:00 PM

Director James Cameron’s rapture of the deep reaches such proportions you expect to see Mike Nelson or Moby Dick or at least Flipper go swimming by any minute. Instead, you can’t see much of anything in the murky underwater lighting as Ed Harris and Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio, undergoing a revolutionary kind of marital therapy, confront zonked-out humans and amphibious creatures of the Close Encounters kind.

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