The Water Man‘s Fantastical Drama Intermittently Flounders, Mostly Floats

In David Oyelowo’s directorial debut The Water Man, precocious and imaginative Gunner Boone (Lonnie Chavis) asks his ill mother Mary (Rosario Dawson), “Where do we go when we die?” Mary responds warmly, describing “a special place” where souls dwell, one we “won’t understand until we get there.” This dynamic between the loving sickly mother and her dedicated son is the heart of The Water Man, a film about magic, hope and dying. Gunner’s got to use his can-do attitude to find the Water Man, whom local legend claims has the secret to immortality. While Gunner’s quest to find the Water Man is intriguing, and Chavis and Dawson’s performances elevate the film, The Water Man remains a middling movie that’s character work leaves much to be desired.
The Boones are a Black family that has recently arrived in Pine Mills, a predominantly white and ostensibly Southern town. Mary wears cool ankara clothes and makes time to sing and play with Gunner. She’s emotionally invested in him and the graphic novel he’s working on about a ghost detective who investigates his own murder. The Water Man is peppered with these tender exchanges between Dawson and Chavis, who—through Oyelowo’s direction—compellingly deliver a series of believable belly laughs and moments of mutual adoration. In stark contrast to Mary, Gunner’s father Amos (Oyelowo) is a more rigid, less emotional Navy man. He loves Gunner, but struggles to connect with him after his return from service in Japan. When Gunner finds out that his mother has leukemia, he invokes the help of Jo (Amiah Miller), a blue-haired, plaid-wearing girl who claims to know how to find the Water Man for the right price. She dresses this way so we know that she doesn’t fit in. Together the duo disappear into the thick brush of the Wild Horse forest to find the Water Man.
After hearing that our Black boy protagonist’s name was Gunner and watching his Black family eat dinner beneath a chandelier bedecked with antlers, I suspected that I was in for quite the ride. That suspicion was correct. There are choices throughout The Water Man that left me questioning if screenwriter Emma Needell intrinsically created the story to include Black characters. For example, Gunner spends a majority of the film with his father’s katana hung across his back. Was this fictional choice made to make room for a young Black boy who openly carries a weapon in front of Southern townies and lives to tell the tale? When Gunner understands the gravity of his mother’s illness, he disappears into the forest—seeking a white 19th-century widower who has been rumored to roam the forest looking for the bones of his dead wife—for days without a trace or robust explanation to any-goddamn-body? After developing these questions, I realized that I was approaching The Water Man all wrong. Gunner’s motivations don’t need to be heavily scrutinized for socio-political accuracy. In The Water Man, Alfred Molina plays a funeral home owner who believes in immortality and a Black kid gets to learn a lesson about the power of hope and belief.