Tragédia Submarina

If you love scuba heist movies with a grating inappropriate travelogue score, this is your meat and potatoes. Ken Scott, 6 feet five of unrelenting blandness plays an apartment manager married to Merry Anders, loyal and supportive to this lunk, which is the only mystery here. Her brother-in-law lives with them too swilling beer and peeping on his brother's sister when she changes to "go out on the terrace for some sun." Somehow they make all this extremely unseedy. She even goes to church. But hubby has thought up a preposterous plan to rob a bank on Catalina Island with his old pal and mentor, "Tuck," in full diving gear and spear guns, then escape underwater before the cops come. To see them come up out of the water and stroll nonchalantly across the street to rob the bank is the highlight of our film. They don't even leave any wet footprints. Naturally, they run into a cop who tells them wearing scuba suits and masks and fins and carrying spear guns inside the city limits is unlawful. I'm not making this up. They did. Had a good giggle.