Oh, where is Jack Donnelly when you need him? This nonsense sees a group of biologists stranded after their plane crashes in the infamous Bermuda Triangle. Barely have they got their bearings when they are seized by some spear carrying warriors and taken deep under the water to the lost city of Atlantis. There, they meet the supremacy that is "Kimg Nereus" (Myrom Kingery) who, armed with his trident straight from FAO Schwartz offers them his friendship. It's soon clear to "Vera" (Morgan Bradley) et al that this welcome is but a façade and there is a much more malevolent plan in place to rid the oceans of the pestilence that is mankind. Can they thwart that plan? There's a clue as to what we are in for right at the start when the passengers on their doomed plane have to wriggle and bob about to simulate the effects of the aircraft caught in a storm - it's all pretty risible. Then we have the clunky environmental message that's predicated on the Atlantians having collected so much junk abandoned by humanity that they feel they have no choice but to act before the planet faces an existential crisis. All true enough, but presented in such a cack-handed and cinematographically amateurish fashion as to make you cringe a bit. It's overwritten and the hammy efforts from Kingery and Anthony Preston's "Erastos" just make you want to laugh. Despite it's laudable intentions, the acting is woeful and this is little better than student stuff for the Sci-Fi channel at 3am. Sorry.
