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.
A curiosity really, this tacky, ethnocentric adventure intrigues with its impact on the viewer once one starts expecting more than mere Arctic scenery. Quinn's almost parodic character gradually plunges us into the terra incognita of a savage innocent and despite the exoticism the film is imposing and captivating. The 'educators' are eventually educated but the film's dubious politics should not prevent viewing it.