A rare, dull disaster film--rare in that Irwin Allen had absolutely nothing to do with it. GRAY LADY DOWN manages to take an interesting subject and transform it into celluloid Valium. There isn't one turn or twist that we haven't seen several times before, so the movie is as suspenseful
as a Donald Duck cartoon but not nearly so entertaining. Heston is his usual stoical self as the captain of a nuclear submarine that is teetering, crippled, on a shaky precipice at the bottom of the ocean. If the sub goes over the side, it will sink even deeper, the hull will crack from the water
pressure, and all hands will be lost--only about an hour out of Hartford. Keach is put...