I think the best way to describe "Swimming" is to just call a spade a spade and say it's a waste of time. Yeah, I could pull an Ebert and pretend to climb into the psyches of the characters and type a bunch of subjective personal projection mumbo-jumdo but the fact is we don't know any more about them at the end of the film than we did in the beginning with a few minor exceptions. "Swimming" is a low budget lemon floating in that vast wasteland of lemonade called "broadcast". Pass on "Swimming". (C-)
