Landing in the category of dulldom is The Rift (1990), a dreadful movie about an attempted rescue of a submarine which has suffered some sort of problem. The sister sub is sent down, manned by a rabble of individualists with no real identifying marks, commanded by a US Navy Captain who appears to be a hand puppet. During the descent they run into a monster or two, not to mention the side of an iceberg; having made their way through an incomprehensible tunnel in search of a wandering “black box,” they discover an underground cavern – or, if you like, a lake with a ceiling.
Now the bloodbath begins as evil mutants (are there any other kind?) start picking off the landing party, whoever they are, not to mention a few more crew members within the ship as the biologist fails basic isolation procedures. And, just to make things fun, there’s a traitor!
Undeveloped characters, bad story, awful special effects, and empty of compelling thematic material, this will leave you sick to your stomach if you dare to watch it, just because you’ve wasted two hours of your precious life.
I pity those who made it, who no doubt put in a lot more of their time.