. . . perennial bad girl Angela Lansbury, as Captain Ben's fatal siren Leslie, whines near the end of MUTINY. Ben would rather tool around in a wooden Minisub, sinking enemy ships during the War of 1812, than spend his time palavering with his fickle greed-head gal. MUTINY also proves that not every hook-handed sailor was a captain in Pirate Days. It further reinforces the idea that pirates could out-sing the bass sections of most church choirs. Just as modern submarines are No Smoking Zones, MUTINY illustrates why Pirate Ships can have a better business model when crewed by tea-totalers (rather than tars full of grog). MUTINY is not much for sword fights, and even its gun battles run shorter than the shootout at O.K. Corral. There's an okay coral duel staged off the French coast between an American and a British warship, but the premise that Lord Nelson's fleet could be so totally inept as portrayed here strains credulity now and then.
Review of Mutiny
