"I can't afford to pass this up. It's an experience!" enthuses the sun-bleached jock to his fainthearted girlfriend, who only wishes to return home safely from her Bermuda holiday. The so-called experience is a Tom Swift-ian adventure involving sunken treasure, a giant moray eel, and voodoo villains. Its undeniable excitements are of the rude, low-blow type that make you leap in your seat, and they are mostly gratuitous, not to mention extraneous (the unfortunate girlfriend has her abdomen smeared in blood by masked tormentors using a chicken leg as a paintbrush). Nothing in the movie sets your heart pounding quite as justifiably as the sight of Jacqueline Bisset in a wet T-shirt. With Robert Shaw, Nick Nolte, Louis Gossett; directed by Peter Yates. (1978) — Duncan Shepherd