“Frankly, you’re not what I expected.”
Genres, Themes, Actors, and Directors:
Response to Peary’s Review:
… “and hang on until the exciting second half of the picture”, when “armies of flesh-eating red ants march through the jungles and devour everyone in sight”.
Unfortunately, the first “half” feels much longer than this, and the finale — while reasonably impressive for the era — is no reason to stick around, especially given that you’ll have to put up with blatantly racist, colonial drivel such as the following, when Parker is offered a young boy as her personal servant:
At least the laughably melodramatic interactions between Heston (never more wooden) and Parker provide some unintended chuckles:
… as do the ongoing metaphorical allusions to Heston’s piano:
Redeeming Qualities and Moments: