26 May 2010 | dougdoepke
Professional deep sea diver (Mitchell) gets mixed up with girlfriend's (Blake) unscrupulous uncle (Reid) in a gold smuggling operation.
The movie's about as unremarkable for its time as a studio (Columbia) product could get. It's a cheap programmer intended to fill out a double bill at the neighborhood Bijou and shows it. The most watchable part, in my book, are the location shots aboard ship or on the waterfront. Otherwise, the indoor sets are, shall we say, economical. At the same time, the story develops in unimaginative fashion, without at least some stab at novelty.
The 60-minutes does provide a good chance to catch a girlish Amanda Blake of Gunsmoke fame, that is, before she set up shop in Dodge City and deepened her voice. Already, she fills out a skirt and sweater nicely.On the other hand, I don't know where Cameron Mitchell's attention is, but it's not on his part, to put it politely. (Catch those diving helmet close-ups where he seems to be thinking about dinner instead of drowning.) Then there's Pop (Reid) who at least provides some characterization as the endlessly double-dealing "Pop". Note too how quickly the story wraps up, as though the film stock is about to run out.
All in all, it's the kind of pedestrian effort that would soon happily migrate to TV.