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Beyond
The Poseidon Adventure, Way Beyond Verisimilitude |
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Do
not fear Perfection. You will never attain it.
Salvador Dali |
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Preface
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When
I first learned of Carl R’s passion for
bad film, I wondered why anyone would knowingly search out bad
cinema instead of the good. Don’t we already know all of the bad films
and, once known, shouldn’t they be avoided? The Ed Woods of filmdom,
whose irredeemable efforts usually head the “Worst of…” lists,
have become household names. Was Carl simply erecting virtual
road signs to detour the
undiscerning viewer away from Hollywood’s potholes and washouts? Or, like many critics, did his
identification and documentation of failure shore up a delusional sense
of superiority? What drew a smart and articulate fellow like Carl to
this celluloid trash heap? |
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My
own film interests consist largely of “guilty pleasures”, most
notably the low-budget but spiritually provocative “B movies” of the 40s and 50s. For me, the unrealized
potential behind these films manqué makes them successful. Great plots and evocative
atmosphere redeem poor execution, inferior acting, and limited
resources. |
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But
Carl, I learned, was charting out a complementary territory, focusing on
films which had little excuse for failure – films with big budgets,
established actors, major
studio distribution, and, consequently, high expectations. Under his
guidance, I watched a few such bad films. While I laughed at the clichés, indifferent acting, and tired plots of his
recommendations, it was
sometimes difficult to endure their unrelenting longueurs,
even with their frequent punctuation by hysterical melodrama. |
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Any
moderately competent film encourages a suspension of disbelief on the
part of the viewer. We forgive minor oversights in service of greater
themes. The films suggested by Carl inspired
no such leniency of spirit.
Instead, I found that my impulse to rebuke was more keenly engaged both
during and after viewing them. In a short time, I was mapping out
multiple levels on which these films were failing. No binary
“Success/Fail” measure could suffice to describe the inadequacies I
was experiencing. Just as there are inner regions in Dante’s
concentric vision of Hell, so too are there inner circles of cinematic
failure . |
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Beyond
The Poseidon Adventure
Producer: Irwin Allen 1979
Based on a story by Paul Gallico |
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Beyond
The Poseidon Adventure (BTPA) may well occupy the innermost circle
of bad filmdom. As a parasitic sequel to a bad movie, it
plumbs great depths of incompetence. At its core is a thin
disaster plot adorned with uninspired dialogue, inconsistent
characterization, and lapses in verisimilitude which corrupt nearly
every scene. While its elaborate
sets and mediocre effects represent an halfhearted gesture towards
physical realism, the articulation of the plot divorces itself from
credulity from the film’s outset. Formulaic cinema clichés, a
characteristic of the Irwin Allen opus,
take center stage over inspired creativity.
No efforts were made to work out the details necessary to render the action minimally realistic or plausible. Instead, the film wallows along incompetently, oblivious to
all except its apparent goal of reaching the final scene. |
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An
action film, especially one of the “disaster” genre, relies on an
atmosphere of imminent danger, compelling portrayals of fear, and careful,
believable special effects to engage its audience. The intertwined fates
of strangers and the occasion of ironic destiny offer great potential.
Yet, all BTPA can muster are regular paroxysms of the capsized boat to
nudge the plot along, two-dimensional
acting, and monotony galore. It could serve as an object lesson on how
to cleanse a film of dramatic tension. |
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What
follows is a series of personal observations intended to circumscribe
the expanse of this film’s badness. You should probably defer reading
these comments until after you have
watched BTPA. At that time, you’ll be able to expand the list
tenfold. |
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Where
to begin? Even documenting BTPA’s failings accords it undeserved
respect. Like a poorly conceived and badly written essay, it invites a
sequence of criticisms each entangled with its predecessor. Any
attempt at theoretical analysis is an exercise in frustration akin to
the anguish of viewing BTPA itself. Perhaps
the scattered and unrelated questions
and observations below best
“tell it like it is.” Here goes, in no particular order. |
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1.
Why is Karl Malden singled out in the opening credits as “Wilbur”?
And why is the name enclosed in quotation
marks? Is this a star turn? |
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2.
Why did such accomplished professionals as Michael Caine, Sally Field,
Shirley Knight, and Jack Warden lend their reputations
to this vehicle? Think of Michael Caine’s contributions to film.
Sally Field won an Oscar. Jack
Warden is one of cinema’s great supporting actors. Shirley Knight starred
in Tennessee William’s “Sweet Bird of Youth” with Paul Newman. |
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3.
What is Michael Caine’s small tugboat doing in the middle of the sea
in a storm? Why, if this delivery voyage is
so critical, was his cargo not more safely secured? |
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4.
The film allegedly takes place on New Year’s Day. Judging from the
quality of daylight and the implied length
of time Caine and company
spend in the ship and the hour of day when they discover the
wreck, we must conclude
that the ship has just capsized. Yet no rescue ships or newsmen seem to be in the area. Are such events so typical as to not warrant
attention by rescue organizations or the news
media? |
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5.
Michael Caine’s greed for whatever wealth the Purser’s Room contains
is, of course, the clichéd gesture of a
good man, desperate to preserve his honest means of livelihood and “be
his own man” in a world menaced by cold
moneylenders. Why, then, is he so cavalier about securing the Purser’s
riches to his person once he has found
them? He merely hangs two small bags, joined by a flimsy
string, across his shoulders, knowing from recent experience of
the physical demands and
risks that will be required to climb back up to the exit in the hull. |
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6.
And, speaking of that hull, what ship that has been in the ocean more
than a week features a hull which gleams as if it had been Simonized in the last hour? Nary a barnacle
to be seen. |
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7.
Telly Savalas, playing the condescendingly arrogant doctor/smuggler,
seems to have planned carefully the
acquisition and transportation of his plutonium booty. How, then, is he
so inadequate to the task of removing
Caine’s crew from possible interference? How is it that, of his entire
remaining crew in the final scene, only one
has a weapon? |
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8.
Why is the interior of a capsized ship so uniformly lighted, even
underwater? |
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9.
When Caine’s group is forced to retreat to the room in which Telly
Savalas’ team has located the plutonium,
Telly must indulge in the requisite cliché of unnecessary
explanation of his intentions rather than simply slaughtering his
captives. |
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10.
Caine, Boyle, and Harmon pick up automatic weapons from the stash and
demonstrate instant proficiency with using
them. How did a country boy from Iowa acquire such a skill? |
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11.
What is Veronica Hamel’s relationship with Telly? Why did she abandon
his more certain chance of escape in favor
of Caine’s less promising and more helpless position? She is obviously a partner to
Telly’s crime, but her
character is eliminated so quickly that her mere introduction was useless. |
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12.
And, how did Hamel, a woman shot through the back with an automatic
rifle, manage to lay in wait and then kill
the henchman who shot her? |
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13.
Knowing what they did about Telly’s crew and knowing that they may
well confront them again , how did the
Caine group allow themselves to part with their only means of defense,
their
automatic weapons? |
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14.
In the first few moments of the film, we are shown three
consecutive close-up views of
Michael Caine steering the boat in the
storm. Each has different lighting and granularity. With such a
budget, couldn’t Allen have been able to afford another 3
seconds of quality stock? What is the purpose of these three scenes?. |
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15.
When Telly and company, on the ship’s hull, are retrieving
their plutonium and weapons from the hold,
they simply lower their nets directly down to the hold. Yet, they were
unable to escape
from the
hold in so direct a fashion. |
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16.
Why, even though the ship is upside down, is an automobile hanging
upside down from the “ceiling” (actually
, floor) above? |
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17.
Wasn’t it convenient that SCUBA gear was located so close to the
ultimate exit of the ship? |
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18.
Why does Shirley Jones resemble a drowned mouse throughout the film
while Shirley Knight retains her regal elegance in the same
surroundings? |
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19.
In the final scene, Telly instructs his only armed gunman to shoot and
kill Slim Pickens, a complete non- threat,
who is swimming toward Michael Caine’s tugboat. Shouldn’t Telly have
reserved his only armed (and wounded )
henchman for the more important job of preventing the tug’s escape? |
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20.
How lucky that the Poseidon’s final explosion occurred just in time to
destroy Telly and his gang, thereby saving
Michael Caine, Sally Field, and their plucky companions! |
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Ad
Infinitum. |
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Object
Lesson |
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And
what wisdoms can we glean from BTPA and its like? First to mind is the
recommendation to steer clear of Irwin Allen, whose efforts (The Lost
World, Voyage To The Bottom of The Sea, et al) all possess
the stillborn and banal
sameness of worn-out cliché. Second, before watching a sequel, ask
yourself how much you enjoyed the original. What is the probability that
a sequel will be worth watching, regardless of the quality of the
original? Third, can you
think of any “disaster” genre film whose viewing was itself not a
disaster? |
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Perhaps
the “poseidon” should be the unit of measure of
bad film. But as bad
as BTPA is, I feel that the Holy Grail of Bad Film is still out there.
For this reason, I’ll rate BTPA as 8 poseidons out of a worst possible
rating of 10. Somewhere an unsuspecting person may be notching into
a VCR an unfamiliar, innocuously titled film and innocently settling
back for an unexpected encounter
with The Inexcusably Worst Film Ever Made. I’ve heard Carl talking
about some possibilities. It’s good to know that he’s still on the
case. |
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The
End |
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Reviewed
by Tony Weisgram with malice afterthought. |
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