There are no musical stings. There is only water, pressure, and silence. Most DVD menus of the era were cluttered. They had spinning 3D text, clip-art explosions, and looping midi versions of the movie’s theme song. The Abyss did the opposite.
The camera (if you can call it that) is slowly sinking. You see the infinite, ink-black void of the ocean floor. Silty sediment drifts across the frame. In the distance, barely lit by the hazy glow of the Deepcore drilling platform, tiny bioluminescent particles float like snow in reverse. the abyss dvd menu
The Abyss DVD menu was a reminder that watching a movie used to be a . You had to suit up. You had to descend. The menu was your decompression chamber—a necessary pause between the surface world and the psychological pressure of Cameron’s masterpiece. There are no musical stings