Picks and Pans Review: Leviathan
A soggy rehash set 10,000 feet down on the bottom of the deep blue sea off the coast of Florida, Leviathan is a mess, as profoundly stupid as it is unoriginal. Brought to the screen by producers Luigi and Aurelio De Laurentiis (Dino's brother and nephew), it features Weller as a misplaced geologist. Running a deep-water silver mine for the Tri-Oceanic Corporation, he does the best he can with his boilerplate horror-flick lines. As the affable Doc, Crenna staggers through this movie as if stunned to find himself aboard an even dumber vehicle than all the Rambos he's already been in.
Amanda Pays supplies the sex appeal, stripping to her lacy underthings at the teeniest provocation and jogging in tight outfits in all those menacing places your typical jogger finds herself in on the ocean floor. Directed by George P. Cosmatos, whose credits include Rambo II and Cobra, the film does generate an urge to see Alien again. But if wishes were fishes, Leviathan's fate would be: Do not take up valuable theater space, go straight to video and do not even think about breaking even at the box office. (R)