Film

The Abyss

Name: The Abyss
Genre: Adventure, Thriller, Science Fiction
Released: 1989
Cast: Ed Harris, Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio, Michael Biehn, Leo Burmester, Todd Graff

James Cameron's underwater epic starts as a submarine-rescue thriller and ends up somewhere close to a hymn. A civilian rig crew, led by a couple mid-divorce, dives into crushing black water and finds pressure of every kind — marital, physical, cosmic. The effects are astonishing and mostly real, the tension is relentless, and the ending swings for pure awe. Patient, strange, and bigger-hearted than the premise suggests.

TMDb rating

7.4

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