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.
this movie ends up being more racist than anything in your wildest dreams but it is not unwatchable. I still don't even know what to say about it other than: WHY IS EVERYONE IGNORING THE FACT THAT ANNA MAY WONG IS IN THIS MOVIE AND SHE IS EXCELLENT!