This DeMille hokum drags on and on and on. And given the hammy acting of Dorothy Dalton, Mildred Harris and Theodore Kosloff, it's truly painful. Truly painful.
When all else fails, DeMille builds over-the-top spectacle to distract from the weak story line and to pad the film and make it longer than it needs to be.
The only saving grace here is Conrad Nagel's underacting. DeMille had a penchant for these exotic female types which he assumes allows the likes of Harris and Dalton to ham it up with every gesture prolonged and exaggerated.
WOOF WHAT A DOG!
When all else fails, DeMille builds over-the-top spectacle to distract from the weak story line and to pad the film and make it longer than it needs to be.
The only saving grace here is Conrad Nagel's underacting. DeMille had a penchant for these exotic female types which he assumes allows the likes of Harris and Dalton to ham it up with every gesture prolonged and exaggerated.
WOOF WHAT A DOG!