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...been many bad nature films. Often they are fragmentary and exclusively "informative." As often they are too much afflicted with the story line that some producer has decided to impose upon "nature." Rarely does a full length nature film skip both these pitfalls as successfully as Secrets of the Reef...
Secrets of the Reef (Butterfield & Wolf) is a submarine gem, dredged from the waters of the Bahamas and Florida's Marineland oceanarium and polished by three bright young Harvardmen (Lloyd Ritter, Robert Young and Murray Lerner). The product of a three-year effort and a paltry $150,000, it is one of the best films thus far of the brave new underworld of the skindiver, where the actors are all baresark and the dialogue is in bubbles...
...ceaseless fish-eat-fish mood of the reef world ("Most living creatures, including ourselves, live on other creatures," reminds the narrator), there are no more or less evil villains, only keener appetites and larger gullets. Best comic is a baby sea turtle who hungrily attacks the film's true hero, a shy, sensitive octopus many times the turtle's size. The assault only bores the octopus. Secrets ends with a wild battle between the octopus and the movie's most sinister actor, a moray eel. Result: a draw, with the myopic eel's keen sense...
...little centerboard yawl had won the Newport-to-Bermuda race (on corrected time) by 11¼ minutes, the smallest yacht ever to win the Atlantic classic. It had been a rough, squally passage for the record field of 89 boats, and one had even gone down on a Bermuda reef. But Finisterre's owner, Carleton Mitchell, a wealth-upholstered free-lance writer and photographer, had hardly minded. Said he: "Really, it was a wonderful race. We had terrific meals, and outside of creature discomforts like water running down your neck to your navel, it was just swell...
...Mushroom Cloud. The race began almost too calmly. A fickle Rhode Island westerly died to a breeze of only two knots as the yachts edged in toward the starting line between the forward mast of the Brenton Reef Lightship and a white flag on the committee boat. But in a few hours the wind freshened, and the field scudded off on the fastest Bermuda race in history...