The disaster film The Poseidon Adventure is on the TV movie channel tonight. The whole thing is such a period piece, life circa 1972, except for the giant tidal wave knocking the ship over and all. What was I in 1972? 13? I seem to recall high heels on men's shoes, and hair much longer on everyone than it is now. Glam rock was in, disco was still to come, and dances alternated songs by Alice Cooper with songs by Curtis Mayfield. There does have to be a morning after, after all, no matter what the night before brings. Leslie Nielsen in the non-comic role of the beleagured captain is worth the price of admission on his own. I wish that someone would discover something about this film akin to the Wizard of Oz/Dark Side of the Moon coincidental soundtracking phenemenon. I think it would be great if Ziggy Stardust or the Runes album or the first Black Oak Arkansas album fitted neatly with every word Ernest Borgnine, Roddy McDowall or Red Buttons said in the film. I must sign off, though, as the tidal wave is coming, and I can't remember if Shelley Winters survives.