Suicide Fleet will appeal to those interested in historical naval equipment, indeed, it provides us with nearly documentary footage of several types of contemporary nautical ships. Unfortunately for me I'm not all that interested in what the navy was like during World War One, and the drama (and comedy) in Suicide Fleet comes up lacking in every respect.
We get what amounts to about a twenty minute prologue introducing us to three friends (William Boyd, Robert Armstrong and James Gleason) who are all smitten with the same girl (Ginger Rogers). Then the United States enters the Great War as it was called at the time, the three men all enlist and Ginger practically drops out of the picture. The rest of the movie alternates the exceptional documentary footage with weak comedy concerning our protagonists that reminds one of a poor episode of Gomer Pyle. From time to time we also receive some well-done action scenes, but a definite lack of audience involvement with any of the characters (Armstrong and the sometimes excellent Gleason are too frivolous and too hammy, Boyd is too stiff, and Rogers has simply disappeared) keeps us from caring very much about any of it.
Hard to recommend for other than historical purposes, or if one is trying to follow the arc of Ginger Rogers' career (which is why I watched it). While she's around she's darned cute as a girl plying salt water taffy at Luna Park.
We get what amounts to about a twenty minute prologue introducing us to three friends (William Boyd, Robert Armstrong and James Gleason) who are all smitten with the same girl (Ginger Rogers). Then the United States enters the Great War as it was called at the time, the three men all enlist and Ginger practically drops out of the picture. The rest of the movie alternates the exceptional documentary footage with weak comedy concerning our protagonists that reminds one of a poor episode of Gomer Pyle. From time to time we also receive some well-done action scenes, but a definite lack of audience involvement with any of the characters (Armstrong and the sometimes excellent Gleason are too frivolous and too hammy, Boyd is too stiff, and Rogers has simply disappeared) keeps us from caring very much about any of it.
Hard to recommend for other than historical purposes, or if one is trying to follow the arc of Ginger Rogers' career (which is why I watched it). While she's around she's darned cute as a girl plying salt water taffy at Luna Park.