Ravishingly beautiful movie about an interracial love story between an american painter and a chinese prostitute, surprising not only about its straightforward depiction of the relation but also because of its daring moral statements. It's a shame that the studio forced the moralist ending (the death of the prostitute's baby) because the movie could be a masterpiece. Richard Quine is a much forgotten director indeed.
Gorgeous production design but perhaps that's part of the problem. One's mileage may vary depending on where they place the responsibility between the director and audience in deconstructing the artifice around orientalism.
You know that uncle you have who has his heart in the right place and is even kind of fun to be around but occasionally he'll just be like "You know I don't care if they eat dogs, I've always found the Orientals to be an exceptionally well-mannered race" and you're just like "Holy SHIT uncle Dan"? "The World of Suzie Wong" is the cinematic equivalent of that uncle.