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I saw <I>Deep Rising</I> at a sneak preview last winter. I remember sitting in the theater, right in the midst of <I>Titanic</I>-mania, and thinking <I>now here's the deep sea movie I've been waiting for</I>. From the opening frames, <I>Deep Rising</I> put me in the mind of a great <B>Larry Cohen</B> monster flick. Decent character development, but not so much that it gets in the way of the on-screen action (of which there is plenty). I laughed, I cringed, I cheered, and I laughed some more. In short: I had a damn good time with <I>Deep Rising</I>. And so did everybody else in the theater . . . Or at least it seemed so, judging by the vocal squeals of horror and delight throughout the film. But something strange happened as the lights went up: The very same squealing audience members stood up, put on their coats, and proceeded to slam on the film. Despite their obvious and vocal enjoyment of <I>Deep Rising</I>, no one wanted to admit it.
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I was pissed. Here I was, surrounded by a vocal audience who were too "high brow" to admit that a movie can be cheesy yet totally entertaining at the same time!
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