NR | 1h 26m | Drama, Romance, War | 1959
Not long after the first depth charge or two, however, the movie takes a sharp turn starboard. The action sails directly into POW camp territory, dragging a melodramatic romance subplot along for the ride like a soggy duffel bag.
Directed by Paul Wendkos, the film is a black-and-white production that somehow convinced both the U.S. Navy and the Japanese Imperial Navy to lend a hand as technical advisers. The Department of Defense even gave it a nod, possibly out of curiosity about how little naval combat you could include in a film titled “Battle of the Coral Sea.”

Deadly Depths
May 1942. Just days after the fall of Corregidor, Lt. Cmdr. Jeff Conway (Cliff Robertson) and the crew of the USS Dragonfish are dispatched on a covert reconnaissance mission deep into enemy waters. Armed with a cutting-edge periscope camera, their task is to photograph the Japanese fleet amassing near New Guinea. They’re after critical intel that could determine the fate of Japan’s supposed next target—Australia.
Navigating both minefields and aerial attacks, the Dragonfish captures photos of its target, but a brutal ambush forces the crew to scuttle the sub and surrender. Instead of death or exile, Conway and his officers, which include Lt. Len Ross (Gene Blakely), torpedoman Bates (Gordon Jones), and yeoman Halliday (L.Q. Jones), are taken to a fortified island prison camp. There, they fall under the command of Cmdr. Mori (Teru Shimada), a refined but manipulative Japanese officer who aims to uncover their mission.
Less War Epic, More Saturday Matinee

The film has a peppy pace. It jumps from underwater cat-and-mouse to prison camp escape plans, without pausing, and keeps things moving along. Bow-and-arrow jailbreaks, torpedo-launched photographs, and scuba-equipped Japanese divers in 1942—none of it passes the logic test, but all of it keeps up a buoyant energy level.
That’s what keeps “Coral Sea” from sinking. Its pacing is brisk, its tone unapologetically earnest, and its action frequent enough to distract from the implausibility. There’s a kind of sturdy charm in its no-frills storytelling; logic gets left ashore, and the film mainly sticks to melodrama. While the dialogue never crackles, it’s functional and focused.
There’s even a curious charm in its contradictions—like the quasi-benevolent enemy officer or the jarring combination of model work and war footage at the climax. It may not hold water as history, but as a fast-moving slice of mid-century, matinee moviemaking, it gets the job done with more confidence than coherence.







