Luc Besson’s The Big Blue has its good points. There are some interesting, sympathetic characters with intriguing relationships and some beautiful photography. There’s humor, drama, and adventure. And there are lots of dolphins. But unfortunately, the whole thing just seems too self-conscious, as if Besson has deliberately set out to convince people that he’s a wonderful writer/director more than he’s set out to make a great movie. The film’s good points aren’t quite good enough to sustain its extreme length, and what should be enjoyable begins to feel like a bit of a chore by the end. Worth seeing, but only if you’re patient and have a comfy chair.