Updated: February 03, 2018
BEYOND THE POSEIDON ADVENTURE #01 (COLOR)
Beyond The Poseidon Adventure
Director: Irwin Allen
Screenwriter: Nelson Gidding
Starring: Michael Caine, Sally Field, Karl Malden, Telly Savalas, Slim Pickens,
Shirley Jones, Angela Cartwright
Release details: Warner Bros, USA 1979, 110 minutes
What made the Poseidon Adventure great was the sense of disorientation (to this
day, the image of toilets on the ceiling sticks in my mind) and the whole shock
value of a luxury liner turning into a huge, metal tomb, about to either sink or
explode at any moment.
Producer/director Irwin Allen - the so-called "Master of Disaster" - followed
that up with the greatest disaster movie of all time, The Towering Inferno, and
soon he was riding high on a blend in innovative stunts and big-name casts. But
with each new project after that, the quality fell until Allen was churning out
dross like this tired sequel, with its low production values and TV
Most of the sets are storage areas or corridors and rarely do you get the sense
that the ship has capsized. Character development is crow-barred in via
characters asking other "Why are you on this ship?" and getting a five minute
soliloquy in answer. On the bright side, the crew arrive at an already capsized
ship, so you don't have to endure an hour of stultifyingly dull build-up (as
with Allen's next movie, When Time Ran Out).
Some of the cliches of the first film are revived here ("but I can't swim!"),
but mostly the plot concerns the cat and mouse game between Captain Mike Turner
(Caine, naturally), who needs to salvage the ship of all its treasures to save
his tugboat from being repossed by the bank, and Captain Stefan Svevo (Savalas),
who claims to be offering humanitarian aid, but is so sneering that you wish he
had a moustache, just so he could twirl the ends of it menancingly and laugh.
Will Captain Mike get the gold or selflessly choose to save the remaining
passengers? Or will Kojak triumph? Do you have to ask?
That's not to say that the film isn't fun. There's a certain sense of "Let's do
the show right here" about this film, as if the studio just left them all on the
back lot with a few bits and pieces of props and the cast decided to make their
own movie. Although, to be fair, actors of the calibre on show would surely
write better dialogue than they're forced to spew out here; after all, they may
not all be A-list stars, but they're not imbeciles.
If you liked the Swarm (also from the Irwin Allen stable, but with a proper big
name cast), then you'll probably enjoy this effort for its low-rent charm. I'd
suggest watching them as a double bill, but this would probably cause your
overall IQ to drop as a result.