The final beach party musical movie: Hello Down There (1969).
A WATERLOGGED crew headed by Ivan Tors, the movie and TV producer who has more of a grip on the underseas market than Neptune, surfaced yesterday at local houses in an amiable mishmash called “Hello Down There.”
It really doesn’t deserve an answering hail but, since it did arrive complete with Tony Randall, Janet Leigh, a rock ‘n’ roll combo, a pair of dolphins and a seal among the cast, all awash in color in an undersea house of the future, it rates at least an explanation.
Mr. Randall, a technician terrified of imminent overpopulation, has devised a circular abode, modern enough to be the envy of the Beverly Hills crowd, and anchored it 90 feet beneath the Atlantic.
He is ready, you see, to prove its feasibility to his boss, Jim Backus, by living in it for a month with his family (Miss Leigh and their rock ‘n’ roll son and daughter) for the glory of Mr. Backus’s Underseas Development, Inc.