Talky and Overlong WWII Submarine Movie that was Made in the Middle of the War and is Heavy on Sentimentality and Propaganda. These Sub Crew Members are Cut out of All Stripes from the American Flag and make No Bones about Speechifying and in One Case, John Garfield, Extreme Braggadocio about Babes.
Cary Grant Plays Against Type as a Super Serious Commander with Nerves of Steel and a Countenance of Concrete. The Overbaked Story is Ludicrous but Entertaining as the Sub Slips into Tokyo Harbor Unimpeded. The Battle Ensues on the Way Home and the Climax is Bombastic and Filmed with some Gravitas and Impressive Detail.
The Failings in the Film are the Flashbacks, Religiosity, and Norman Rockwell Portraits of these Patriots, plus the Enormous Length. This Type of Heavy Handedness is best Served in Small Doses. But Patient Viewers and Gung-Ho Types will get Their Rewards and it can be Satisfying and Enjoyable if Viewed in Context.
Cary Grant Plays Against Type as a Super Serious Commander with Nerves of Steel and a Countenance of Concrete. The Overbaked Story is Ludicrous but Entertaining as the Sub Slips into Tokyo Harbor Unimpeded. The Battle Ensues on the Way Home and the Climax is Bombastic and Filmed with some Gravitas and Impressive Detail.
The Failings in the Film are the Flashbacks, Religiosity, and Norman Rockwell Portraits of these Patriots, plus the Enormous Length. This Type of Heavy Handedness is best Served in Small Doses. But Patient Viewers and Gung-Ho Types will get Their Rewards and it can be Satisfying and Enjoyable if Viewed in Context.