Stereotype and survival avast on the open sea

Rating: 7/10 (13 September 2014)

This interesting piece of WWII memorabilia was plucked of the $5.00 rack for its' first viewing and I immediately felt as if 10 Little Indians had a second go of it. John Steinbecks writing was turned into a script where character definition was more important than storytelling. All I know, is that if I survived a torpedo attack in the Atlantic in WWII, pontificating on personally defining yet random moments of my life would be suffocated by fear and anger. My adrenaline would be through the roof, yet the only survivor with a pulse is a tattooed seaman more angered at the Tallulah arrogance than having his crew killed by the Germans. Yet, the characters are interesting despite their stories unfolding rather neatly on screen. Bendix' sappy love of his dancing "Rosie" is just bad stage acting and Slezaks' Willy speaks English way to well to pass a a foreigner. The attempts to make him charming fell short, though was a good attempt at drama, yet I'm still enjoying the point to the film, the American propaganda Ode to liberal American blindness to the truth about human nature. Stereotypes are born out of fear which is born out of experience. Ignore the facts and you open yourself to being swallowed up by the great sea of evil.