This is a bit of review from memory, but it's the memories I've kept of this movie that recently led me to purchasing it again. I saw it in 2004, some 3 1/2 years ago, and as I went this week to catch David Gordon Greene's latest movie, Snow Angels, it was the originality, cleverness, and imagistic wisdom of Undertow I remembered. At the time, I felt it a giant step down from All The Real Girls, Greene's movie of first love that is so warm it's like first love itself, and it is, but it's also a clever, absorbing gothic thriller. I remember liking other movies of 2004 more, but none have retained the memory of this one - of its lines, somewhere between poetry and lunacy ("Can I carve my name in your face," one character asks another), and the movie itself, which is a dream mixed with a fable mixed with a chase thriller, if not a morality tale centered around the River Styx. If there was a disappointment I had at the time, it was the movie's pace, or maybe it's conventional structure, but I can't imagine that to really be that upsetting considering how its creeps up in my mind from time to time, one image after another, reminding me of what an original Greene is, of how his style is unmatched, and of how movies like this, flaws or no, are the reason I love modern moviemaking.