"Mutiny On The Bounty" with an enema. Wonder if being in ghastly crap like this drove Dana Andrews to drink or if the bottle steered him to the movie steerage, so to speak? Probably the later, but oh my god what a long, depressing end to a great acting career! Almost Kay Francis-like, huh? And as long as we're on the general subject of artistic declension how about this film's director, Alan Dwan, one of Hollywood's better dream meisters, whose attitude toward the female Polynesians in this, his penultimate, film resembles that of a drunken Shriner at a Luau? Give it a C minus.
PS...Has Hollywood ever done right by Melville? Can't think of any examples off the top of my head. I mean "Billy Budd" was embalmed Oscar bait and Huston's "Moby Dick" was just a botched job all around.