I know a lot APers miss the old Submarine Voyage, but this is my reaction to key points during the cheesy narration which betrays a dated attraction with cheap effects:
Captain (in a calm voice): “All ahead one third.”
Mr. Baxter (in a calm voice): “All ahead one third, aye-aye.”
Captain (in a calm voice): “Stand by to dive.”
Mr. Baxter (in a calm voice): “Diving stations.”
Captain (in a now maniacal voice): “Dive! Dive!” Klaxons blare.
Captain (again in a calm voice) “—Take her down easy.”
Uh, what the—? We just barely left port and the Captain is screaming about diving? Are we on a suicide mission? Captain can’t decide whether to dive quickly or to take ‘er down easy.
Captain: “This is the Captain speaking, welcome aboard. We are now underway and proceeding on a course that will take us on a voyage of exploration through liquid space.”
Uh, I think its just the ocean, boy is this guy grandiose. Did he say if we can keep our cell phones on?
Captain "Among these coral reef you’ll see various species of marine life feeding among the seaweed and unusual rock formations. There are lobsters, crabs, sea turtles. Roaming the coastal sea bottoms in search of food are the groupers or giant sea bass."
Uh—no, those are plastic fish. Glad though I was here to see the giant sea bass, can't get any good educational material about sea bass these days. This is like PBS underwater . . . is unusual rock formations a scientific term?
Let’s see what the choice is for the inflight meal, lobsters, crabs and what?
Captain “These reptilian patriarchs of the deep are the amphibious descendants of the dinosaur, and have changed little in the past 200 million years.”
No, they’re the descendants of a mold filled with plastic.
Captain “The fish world has always been considered a silent habitat.”
More wet than silent actually . . . definitely wet.
Captain “But now thanks to remarkable advances in marine technology we can use instruments such as our sonar hydrophones to actually hear the fish talk.”
Mom, why does it sound like the Captain’s stomach? Isn’t it just the whales that talk like that, not the fish?
Mr. Baxter “Bridge, Radar One. Weather Warning. Surface storm ahead.”
Captain “Weather alert! All controls eight degrees down.”
Let me check the radar and weather report on my iPhone, uh it says just light rains for the afternoon.
Mr. Baxer “Weather alert, down eight.”
Captain. “Hold her at eighty fathoms and proceed on course.”
So if a fathom is six feet, then we’re at 480 feet below the surface. Funny, didn’t feel like we dived, but why would the captain lie to us?
Captain "Submarines can dive safely below the violence of surface storms."
Really? I didn't know that, thanks Mr. Wizard! Surface storms, Gee-Whiz we survived a surface storm! I'm going to start calling them that back home in Iowa!
Captain "Other craft have not been so fortunate. Witness the evidence of their fate, a graveyard of lost ships."
Look Mom! The Titanic! And a fancy necklace . . .
Captain "A fortune in gold and jewels safe guarded by these man eating sharks and other silent sentinels of the deep."
Why don't we go back and get the treasure as we obviously aren't that far away from port, its like the "captain" doesn't care about earthly riches anymore, are we on a suicide mission?
Mr. Baxter "We've reached the polar ice caps sir."
Captain "Take her deep."
Mr. Baxter "Aye-aye."
Good thing the captain said to take her deep, though he really didn't specify the fathoms. Shouldn't he be "captaining" the ship or whatever? Wait a minute, polar ice caps, my travel agent didn't mention this . . .
Captain “We are now passing beneath the North Pole, into a region of deep water where the sun has never penetrated.”
Why’d we come here again? Santa?
Captain "Mermaids!?! I don't believe it—"
Mom, is the captain taking LSD? How can we see mermaids when we just entered the black zone under the polar ice cap.
Captain "Ah—Mr. Baxter check the air pressure."
And check to make sure the captain isn't into the nitrous oxide again.
Captain "Mermaids and sunken treasure, something's causing these hallucinations."
Yeah, that would be the acid you dropped. Or maybe you just want us to forget that we saw the sunken treasure, you didn't seem to think you were high then, just went on and on about how the man eating sharks meant we couldn't participate in the "salvage" operation. Yeah right.
Captain "These classic ruins could very well be the lost continent of Atlantis."
Mom, the captain is tripping again, I think I can talk him down: "Captain Nemo, you took some Orange Sunshine, you're going to be whacked out for a bit. I want you to lie down and drink a can of Coke and take some B vitamins."
Get me off this boat.
Captain (in a calm voice): “All ahead one third.”
Mr. Baxter (in a calm voice): “All ahead one third, aye-aye.”
Captain (in a calm voice): “Stand by to dive.”
Mr. Baxter (in a calm voice): “Diving stations.”
Captain (in a now maniacal voice): “Dive! Dive!” Klaxons blare.
Captain (again in a calm voice) “—Take her down easy.”
Uh, what the—? We just barely left port and the Captain is screaming about diving? Are we on a suicide mission? Captain can’t decide whether to dive quickly or to take ‘er down easy.
Captain: “This is the Captain speaking, welcome aboard. We are now underway and proceeding on a course that will take us on a voyage of exploration through liquid space.”
Uh, I think its just the ocean, boy is this guy grandiose. Did he say if we can keep our cell phones on?
Captain "Among these coral reef you’ll see various species of marine life feeding among the seaweed and unusual rock formations. There are lobsters, crabs, sea turtles. Roaming the coastal sea bottoms in search of food are the groupers or giant sea bass."
Uh—no, those are plastic fish. Glad though I was here to see the giant sea bass, can't get any good educational material about sea bass these days. This is like PBS underwater . . . is unusual rock formations a scientific term?
Let’s see what the choice is for the inflight meal, lobsters, crabs and what?
Captain “These reptilian patriarchs of the deep are the amphibious descendants of the dinosaur, and have changed little in the past 200 million years.”
No, they’re the descendants of a mold filled with plastic.
Captain “The fish world has always been considered a silent habitat.”
More wet than silent actually . . . definitely wet.
Captain “But now thanks to remarkable advances in marine technology we can use instruments such as our sonar hydrophones to actually hear the fish talk.”
Mom, why does it sound like the Captain’s stomach? Isn’t it just the whales that talk like that, not the fish?
Mr. Baxter “Bridge, Radar One. Weather Warning. Surface storm ahead.”
Captain “Weather alert! All controls eight degrees down.”
Let me check the radar and weather report on my iPhone, uh it says just light rains for the afternoon.
Mr. Baxer “Weather alert, down eight.”
Captain. “Hold her at eighty fathoms and proceed on course.”
So if a fathom is six feet, then we’re at 480 feet below the surface. Funny, didn’t feel like we dived, but why would the captain lie to us?
Captain "Submarines can dive safely below the violence of surface storms."
Really? I didn't know that, thanks Mr. Wizard! Surface storms, Gee-Whiz we survived a surface storm! I'm going to start calling them that back home in Iowa!
Captain "Other craft have not been so fortunate. Witness the evidence of their fate, a graveyard of lost ships."
Look Mom! The Titanic! And a fancy necklace . . .
Captain "A fortune in gold and jewels safe guarded by these man eating sharks and other silent sentinels of the deep."
Why don't we go back and get the treasure as we obviously aren't that far away from port, its like the "captain" doesn't care about earthly riches anymore, are we on a suicide mission?
Mr. Baxter "We've reached the polar ice caps sir."
Captain "Take her deep."
Mr. Baxter "Aye-aye."
Good thing the captain said to take her deep, though he really didn't specify the fathoms. Shouldn't he be "captaining" the ship or whatever? Wait a minute, polar ice caps, my travel agent didn't mention this . . .
Captain “We are now passing beneath the North Pole, into a region of deep water where the sun has never penetrated.”
Why’d we come here again? Santa?
Captain "Mermaids!?! I don't believe it—"
Mom, is the captain taking LSD? How can we see mermaids when we just entered the black zone under the polar ice cap.
Captain "Ah—Mr. Baxter check the air pressure."
And check to make sure the captain isn't into the nitrous oxide again.
Captain "Mermaids and sunken treasure, something's causing these hallucinations."
Yeah, that would be the acid you dropped. Or maybe you just want us to forget that we saw the sunken treasure, you didn't seem to think you were high then, just went on and on about how the man eating sharks meant we couldn't participate in the "salvage" operation. Yeah right.
Captain "These classic ruins could very well be the lost continent of Atlantis."
Mom, the captain is tripping again, I think I can talk him down: "Captain Nemo, you took some Orange Sunshine, you're going to be whacked out for a bit. I want you to lie down and drink a can of Coke and take some B vitamins."
Get me off this boat.
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