Rather desultory effort. Whatever bite it had back in the day – if it struck a chord at all – has been lost in the passage of time and proves a more suitable vehicle for the limited talents of the enigmatic Christopher Jones than David Lean’s Ryan’s Daughter (1970) for which he proved an uncomfortable fit.
I have some background in commercial fishing – not active, I hasten to add, but as a journalist, my second job being for a UK weekly Fishing News and in that capacity been out enough at sea with fisherman to understand the complexities and dangers of the job. Nothing on screen reflected that reality until The Perfect Storm (2000). And this is a very lite version of that, in part because the catching method employed here is less implicitly dangerous than in the Wolfgang Petersen epic.
This fits into the Rebel Without a Cause mold, but with a stroppy entitled lad to the fore, struggling to elicit any sympathy from the audience and only the fact that his potential father-in-law is determined to beat him down makes him at all appealing.
The titular Chubasco (Christopher Jones), a 20-year-old lay-about who’s tangled too many times with the law, is given one last chance to go straight by being enrolled on a tuna-catching fishing vessel skippered by Laurindo (Simon Oakland). Sebastian Morino (Richard Egan), a rival fishing boat captain and father of Chubasco’s girlfriend Bunny (Susan Strasberg), is dead set on curtailing the romance.
Naturally, Chubasco’s sullenness doesn’t endear himself to the crew, but he settles into his role on board ship, suffering beginner’s wear and tear, and gaining some credence after helping save a young man who’s fallen overboard. He’s determined to defy Sebastian and after his first, successful, voyage, plans to marry Bunny, who’s skipped out of the house. However, at the wedding, Laurindo keels over and dies, forcing Chubasco to take a job with his father-in-law, who is now set on ruining the marriage. Chubasco, equally, is determined to make his way and after an accident Sebastian and Chubasco are reconciled.
It takes a long time to get to the end and seems to weave in and out of any distraction possible to churn up what should be a straightforward tale. The fishing detail is interesting but not in the same league as The Perfect Storm, so even the danger – and there is danger – is just not as gripping. And in the absence of genuine tension on board, it’s left to the extraneous to fill in the gaps.
But given Sebastian is for the most part miles away from Chubasco, making it impossible for their paths to cross, further tension is completely absent. And, once Chubasco proves his worth on board, any tension between him and his shipmates dissipates. Too long is spent setting up the story, with Chubasco being arrested and reprieved, arrested and reprieved. Little is made of the fact that he is ultimately following in his father’s footsteps – he wears his old man’s fishing boots and carries his marlin knife – or that he is an orphan, struggling along with only his grandmother for support.
Christopher Jones was reckoned to be the successor to James Dean, but really all he had in common with the 1950s superstar was the quiff and the surly demeanor. That didn’t seem to put producers off, his good looks making up for his lack of genuine screen persona and after his movie debut here he was given top-billing in Wild in the Streets (1968), Three in the Attic (1968), Brief Season (1969) and The Looking Glass War (1970) before falling into David Lean’s area of influence. But that would be his last role for over a quarter of a century.
Perhaps with a stronger guiding hand, he might have developed the promise studios thought he had.
Luckily, here, he’s surrounded by strong screen presences in Richard Egan (300 Spartans, 1962) and Susan Strasberg (Sisters / My Sister, My Love, 1969) but they don’t appear often enough.
Written and directed by Allen H. Miner in his sole movie outing.
A let down.
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