"Joseph Conrad wrote, uh, a lot of things about the sea, and, among other things, he wrote this..."
Typically stilted, mesmerizingly boring specimen from the the golden age of industrial filmmaking, distinguished from a thousand other similar films only by a handful of low angles and reverse tracking shots.
Call me an Emmerich apologist. He takes kooky pop-cultural detritus (the Mayan calendar, ancient aliens, the Oxfordian theory—pretty much anything people call in to Coast to Coast AM about) and spins it into breezy entertainment. This one’s a personal favorite: an old-fashioned adventure movie, structured as a series of delayed reveals.