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
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!