The three lead performances keep this one afloat. Or some such terrible water-based pun that suggests I sort of liked the movie and am also trying to be clever, but failing.

Here’s a poem.

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I.

Tongues lap at my throat
Mouth opens, draws me deeper
Consumes and swallows

II.

Mornings at the lake
Afternoon warmth ebbs at dusk
Eventide flows cold

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