Driftwood (1997)

A beachcomber never knows what the hell kind of flotsam will wash up on the shore. Petrol pollution from oil spills, Red-bag medical waste and syringes, Coney Island whitefish, all of these are well documented and daunting to discover among the shells and seaweed, but none is so alarming as the littoral find that changes the life Sarah (Anne Brochet), the sand-strolling femme of Driftwood (1996). She stumbles upon “The Man” (James Spader) spit up beyond the wave line. Her best instinct might tell her to launch him back out upon the tide, but she drags her broken-legged boy toy back home. When Spader awakens with amnesia, his rescuer convinces him that he has landed upon her deserted island and is safe only in her hands. The heroine’s innocent stroll among the pools and pebbles seems to have brought to light some devious, dark niche from the depths of her soul. We don’t get to see Spader’s driftwood, but we get a look at sexy shell when his faints in the island denizen’s arms. The sight of the jettison island dweller will have you lightening your load.