1953 was a really wet year for Wagner. First he did "Titanic" and then this! Here he's a Greek sponge fisherman who trolls the Gulf of Mexico with his father Roland. They are in heavy debt and feel that the only way they can get the quantity of sponges they need is to dive at the title location. However, Wagner's brother already died trying to collect sponges there. Also, there are conch fishermen who heavily resent the Greek sponge divers and a "Romeo & Juliet" vibe takes over this film once Wagner falls for the daughter of a leading conch collector (Boone.) The daughter (Moore) is close to being engaged to conch fisherman Graves, but once she gets a load of toothy, tan, curly-haired Wagner, she can barely give Graves the time of day. This only fuels the already raging hatred between "the Greeks and the Conchs" and several violent and criminal acts follow. Meanwhile, Wagner and Moore run off together and dive for food in a lagoon (where inexplicably and magically, Moore's white clam-diggers become shorts and then clam-diggers again!), then sew a ripped sail back together and go to meet Wagner's stereotypical Greek mother (Clarke) who basically wears shawls, frets over the men and cooks a lot. Moore's shirt (which she swam in previously) is ironed and pristine, but she trades it in for one of Wagner's sister's ungodly gingham concoctions just in time for Clarke to say how pretty she is. The whole thing is pat, trite and silly, despite the sometimes heavy goings-on and the flourish-filled, pounding score by Bernard Herrman. It's beautiful music, but far too powerful for a paper-thin story like this. The chief assets are the cast of once and future stars (most of whom went on to much better things) and the lush scenery and colorful underwater photography. Debits would have to include the soggy, clichéd script and the amateurish acting of Wagner. He is cute, but is in way over his (incredibly bushy) head during the more dramatic sequences. Moore gives a physically zealous performance, rarely standing still, even in romantic moments. Roland is solid, but isn't around a whole lot. Boone (who at 36 was playing the father of a 32 year-old!) is also good, but isn't given very much to do. The film seems overpopulated with unnecessary characters, some of whom barely have a thing to say or do (Boone's son Williams, Wagner's sister Gordon.) There is a noticeable lack of close-ups in the Cinemascope production which tends to lessen the intimacy between the characters. Perhaps, at this stage, it was feared to get too close to the actors on such a huge canvas. It's an easy, attractive time-killer, but without any dramatic power and spoiled somewhat by ludicrous elements, not the least of which is the ridiculous ending.