If Cranky was a teenage geek writing about The Deep End of the Ocean, well,
that location is where I would've dropped this flick. But I'm a breeder and
at this age it's difficult not to imprint personal memories upon the
characters seen up on screen. That doesn't necessarily make the film any
more tolerable, but I'm a guy, and not the demographic target. I used to
have a friend I would lug to these femme-demo'ed flicks, but we haven't
talked in a year so I've got to project some more memory stuff out into the
universe for what would've been her reaction. She would've been leaking like
an old pipe, as opposed to gushing like a broken water main (which by our
definition would be the sign of a perfect chick flick).