Some sort of...Ghost Ship?

On Friday night Samm and I watched an epic motion picture. Yes, epic. By epic I mean it is right in the same category as Titanic, The Perfect Storm, and other sea-faring classics. Why, you ask? Because the directors of Ghost Ship snuck into the vaults where the original copies of these films are kept, and stole a few scenes from both of them to complile Ghost Ship. 

Add to that a very statistically diverse cast that makes up the discovery team: a very smart African American man, who has all the right ideas, but is listened to by NOBODY, a pseudo Hispanic named Santos, an all-American blonde boy, the token obese representitive who, ironically is frequently shown eating, the sage Man of the Sea whose experience works against him, and of course, the only woman on the crew. In addition to the actual crew, is the far-to-good-to-be-true, obviously evil (thanks to extensive focusing of this character's face in the beginning) instigator. I'll let you guess in what order the above characters died in, and who the sole survivor of the movie was. Don't think too constructively. It will come to you.

The soundtrack is also a force to be reckoned with; as the entire flashback sequence, circa 1962, is set to a charmingly uplifting 80's techno beat. The fact that Cinemax gave it only one asterisk is an outrage. A more appropriate title may have been The Perfect Titanic.

But boy, do I love bad movies. I really want to own this one. Oh wait. I already do!