If Johnny Weissmuller traded his Tarzan loin cloth for seal skin pantaloons and a Polar Bear parka, he'd fit ever so snugly into this mindless Eskimo yarn. Instead we have Anthony Quinn as the Rousseau-styled Noble Savage blathering in pigeon-English an overly simplified dualism of Northern igloo innocence vs the decadence of civilization. Topical questions are heaved overboard for adherence to its strident message
Actually a brilliant movie, though, sure, dated. I would suggest that the casting actually productively foregrounds issues of viewer estrangement. This is actually a movie about society and values (and about what Nietzsche would call the transvaluation of values). It asserts that a society's values are pure social construct. Not enough can be said, either, about the painterly location photography.