Collectively, our naturalists, wildlife biologists, geologists and historians have been on hundreds of expedition cruises to Antarctica, and they know the best locations for both scenery and wildlife.Įco-Friendly Excursions: Our guides also ensure that our guests are able to explore this remote and fragile world in an environmentally responsible manner, leaving no mark on one of the last great untrammeled regions on Earth.Ĭome face-to-face with some of the world’s most fascinating polar locales -Iceland, Greenland, Spitsbergen and the Russian High Arctic. We usually attempt several landings per day, permitting you maximum exposure to the many wildlife species and huge penguin colonies.Įxpert Guides: Our expedition leader and diverse team of polar specialists will guide you at landing sites and provide an informative program of onboard lectures, video presentations and discussions. Zodiac Adventures: To fully immerse our guests in the experience and take advantage of the many opportunities to view wildlife ashore, we utilize a fleet of inflatable Zodiac landing craft that can be deployed quickly from the back of the ship. She boasts state-of-the-art navigation equipment, motion stabilizers as well as a long list of passenger amenities. M/v Sea Spirit: The Sea Spirit’s ice-class hull, maneuverability and small size allow her to pursue itineraries not possible aboard conventional cruise company vessels. Our expedition cruises are scheduled at the height of the Austral summer season - November through February - when waterways are open to navigation and wildlife is most active. While not a great distance, the “White Continent” remains a world apart. Just 600 miles to the southeast, across the storied Drake Passage, lies the Antarctic Peninsula. Add Gene Hackman’s cool credibility as a renegade preacher who calls prayer “garbage” and pragmatically tells Stella Stevens that she can’t climb through the ship in that melon-hugging gown, panties or no panties, and it’s clear that the real fight for survival in The Poseidon Adventure is Old Hollywood’s own.Embark in Ushuaia, Argentina. Scott era, pointing out that garish stockpile of trophies against the film clips featuring their sweaty, disheveled limbs probably came off sort of pugnacious, almost punk. Which is undoubtedly why, when The Poseidon Adventure was originally released, it’s promotional materials wore the crew’s collective 15 past Oscar wins like a badge of knowingly dubious honor. Poseidon herself, a faded luxury ship being “rushed to the junkyard on her last voyage,” as Captain Leslie Nielsen barks to the slimy bean-counter breathing down his neck-flipping topsy turvy from the surge of an underwater youthquake. In one sense you have the film’s roll call of generally unimpressive but extremely specific examples of humanity who get put through their paces to give its audience the vicarious thrill of surviving the worst (i.e., “If that dumb blond hooker can climb that boiler ladder in her six-inch platforms, I sure could”), which is the primary reason I suspect the remake from Wolfgang Peterson, who never met an engorged pectoral muscle he didn’t send his DP in to fondle in loving close-up, will fail miserably, unless I missed my guess and all audiences really want nowadays is to envision themselves the pick of the crop in their neighborhood Y’s weightrooms.īut in a more meta sense, you also have the spectacle of the classic model of Hollywood filmmaking-represented symbolically by the S.S. What the glittering, star-driving survivalism of The Poseidon Adventure actually presents is a nightmarishly schematic fantasia of guiltless discomfort. Producer Irwin Allen’s first of a neverending cycle of disaster epics remains the most beloved of the entire maligned genre: a guilty pleasure to end all guilty pleasures. So while the new remake barely inspires me to start a whisper campaign in a butch lesbian bar, I’d still give the hypothetical neophyte a double take and exclaim, “You’ve never seen The Poseidon Adventure?” I’d hump the film’s leg in mixed company if the mood struck. For a film that’s almost impossible to excuse on artistic grounds, I’ve introduced The Poseidon Adventure, two hours of Hollywood has-beens and never-would-bes trying to climb up to the bottom of an overturned luxury liner, to more friends than almost any other one I can think of, and with the tenacity and introspection of a pitbull in love.
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