"When the princess of the island sings the song of the sarong, you know that she has found true love". That is basically the essence of what island elder George Cleveland tells the unwanted visitors to this South Sea Island populated by mostly Caucasian native girls and another one of those stories where you feel "Uh oh, there goes the neighborhood". William Gargan is an adventurer hired to go to this mysterious island to put his claim on a bunch of extremely valuable pearls, and he takes his life in his hands in going after it much to the anger of the natives. This combination of comedy, action, dance and music is so silly in its presentation that it totally falls on its face, lacking even a camp element because it is truly idiotic.
"We're proudest of our temple of tears" island princess Nancy Kelly ("The Bad Seed") tells Gargan whom she falls in love with much to the anger of George Dolenz who is betrothed to her even though out of his jealousy he tells Kelly that she too is an outsider. George Cleveland's "wise old man" tells Gargan that "You can never beat the island, because the island always wins." Like the visitors to "Brigadoon", there's a mystical feeling about Cleveland's advice, but unlike the poignant village elder in "Brigadoon", his advice is totally unprofound. Fuzzy Knight, free from all those "B" westerns, gets to use a Roscoe Ates style stutter to add laughs to his sidekick, while Eddie Quillan, the ageless youth, gets the attention of an elderly island woman who picks him up like a baby and starts singing "Rock-a-Bye Baby" to him.
At one point, Knight and Quillan do a Tarzan style rope fly over a pit of alligators and one of them declares upon seeing one of the natives, "I've seen better heads on totem poles". At just over an hour, this is a throwback to the types of musicals that were being done in the early 1930's, giving the two sidekicks even a brief opportunity to break into "Singin' in the Rain". An opening sequence with Fred Keating as himself hosting a radio show and interviewing Gargan about his occupation is pointless and includes audience laughter over things that just aren't funny. The dance numbers themselves aren't bad, but they certainly are ridiculously bad with supposed Polynesian women looking whiter than the unwelcome visitors. In trying to be poetic, the screenplay ends up sounding more pathetic.
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