Maybe by watching the film we are all actually rewriting our childhoods, eating that madeleine, or connecting with some central nerve, our own sci-fi Combray. I always assumed my childhood to be peripheral and yet I can share an obsession with a guy — say – in Memphis, Tennessee. Or Kathmandu. Someone in Paris. Some sea-staring New Yorker. And maybe some other freak in Argentina. There is a community of unknown people out there with whom I have more in common than most of those around me. We have all been touched by the same film, at around the same moment in time, in complete different parts of the world, in different languages. We have been changed by it. We kept coming back to it. For over thirty years. If that is the benchmark of what good cinema entails, then The Bermuda Depths is one of the best films ever made.
Mermaid hunter Fernando Sdrigotti revisits B-movie The Bermuda Depths.