A creepy and unmanned freighter rams a cruise ship in the middle of the Caribbean Sea, sinking it quickly. A small group of survivors climb aboard and come to realize it may have been better if they drowned. The freighter was some sort of WWII Nazi torture vessel and now all the evil that happened aboard has brought the ship to life and it’s hungry... hungry for blood! Survivors are knocked off one by one by various stupid means and the cruise ship’s forced-into-retirement cranky-ass captain, George Kennedy, is slowly possessed by the evil aboard. The set up is there for one trashy-ass time but the whole thing somehow manages to be pretty damn lame. There’s a blood-soaked shower and Richard Crenna has a beard. It’s like my great grand pappy used to say: “You thank your lucky stars sonny boy! Because if those Ratzi bastards had learned how to master the supernatural and used that harnessed evil power to bring sentience to a creepy torture freighter, ya wouldn’t just be dumb and ugly, ya’d be goose-stepping every Sunday to church!”
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