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Deep Water, Ben Affleck and Ana de Armas' relationship drama, shimmers in its shallowness The lovemaking sequences are hurried; horniness is tolerated but not celebrated the way it was in Adrian Lyne’s 9 ½ weeks. A possible reason for this could be Ben Affleck, who is more a tragic bloke than a libidinous lad. Deep Water, the first film in 20 years by the high-priest of mainstream erotica Adrian Lyne, is not a deep film. It is not meant to be. It is designed as a confectionary aphrodisiac with good-looking actors [in some cases, sinfully eyecandy-ish] moving in posh homes and automobiles, swimming in personal backyard swimming pools, and drowning in champagne as if there is no tomorrow. One of the toyboy-lookers chooses to drown in the swimming pool rather than the champagne, and that is when the drama really kicks in. Like the champagne that is really bubbly and the characters who are truly unfettered in their surface values, the drama when it kicks in, is  done in that breathless