Lawbolisted Powerful

Sexyloutak Absolutely the worst movie.

Erica Derrick By the time the dramatic fireworks start popping off, each one feels earned.

Tobias Burrows It's easily one of the freshest, sharpest and most enjoyable films of this year.

Leofwine_draca PEARL OF THE SOUTH PACIFIC is your usual Pacific island adventure yarn from the mid-1950s. It was directed by stalwart Canadian Allan Dwan, who had previously made SANDS OF IWO JIMA so had some idea about making films set in that part of the world. Indeed, Dwan's brisk and efficient direction is the best thing about this otherwise undistinguished movie.The plot sees a trio of Americans masquerading as missionaries when in reality they're fortune-seekers looking for a hidden treasure of black pearls. First and foremost of these is blonde starlet Virginia Mayo, who the cameraman seems to be in love with; most of the focus is on her and her alone as she wears a succession of skimpy outfits and appears to be little more than a clothes horse at times. Mayo more than holds her own amid a largely undistinguished cast.There's a little plot and a little intrigue with the locals although hardly anything in the way of real action. The usual dodgy ethics of the era abound, particularly in the depiction of backwards islanders who are Americans browned up with liberal fake sun tan. At least the Hawaiian locations give this an authentic look. The best part of the film is the inclusion of a real giant squid that also showed up in Ed Wood's BRIDE OF THE MONSTER.

mark.waltz It's correct to note that when actresses of a certain age get to a point in their career, they might be asked to go down Maria Montez territory to put on a sarong and/or go to an exotic location for an Indiana Jones like adventure. Yvonne De Carlo returned to these types of roles with Republic's "Flame of the Islands" and Jane Russell dove for pearls to Perez Prado music in RKO's "Underwater". Even Barbara Stanwyck did this (minus the sarong fortunately) in the same year's "Escape to Burma" which this Virginia Mayo epic seems to take place on the same set.Filmed in Super Silly Scope, this adventure yarn is another case of "Uh oh, there goes the neighborhood", occurring in the south seas when a ship containing men searching for black pearls arrives near an uncharted island where one was discovered. "Bad girl" Virginia Mayo disguises herself as a missionary in order to fool the islanders who are being ruled by Basil Ruysdael, an Englishman who doesn't want outsiders ruining the island, and who could blame him? The islanders, unlike those in such south sea movies as "The Hurricane" or anything else starring Jon Hall and Dorothy Lamour, aren't too kean on it either, greeting them with spears while Ruysdael voices threats. With her sensuous looks, it's obvious to Ruysdael that Mayo ain't no missionary, and when she makes a play for his scantily clad son (Lance Fuller), war between the islanders and white men is inevitable.While Mayo has surface beauty, there's also something cold which can't be explained by simply watching her on film. This made her perfect for film noir, hence classics like "White Heat" and "Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye", but in musicals, she can't compare to Grable or Day. She does get a bit of an opportunity to sing, introducing native children to the nursery rhyme song "Ten Little Indians", and that is the one moment where her warmth briefly comes out. But here, she's involved with three men: old lover Dennis Morgan (looking much aged from his Warner Brothers days), new lover David Farrar (quite sinister) and innocent but deadly serious Lance Fuller, and that makes her a total floozy. Then, there's the obviously rubber octopus, perhaps the same one that made infamy in the same year's "Bride of the Monster", guarding the hidden cavern which can only be found through a pond in the middle of the island that contains the hidden stash of black pearls. This brings on more unintentional laughs that might have your chest in pain.This is a reflection of the fun but schlocky films of the 1940's and 50's that kids used to rush to on Saturday afternoons that if they were to see today, they'd probably roll their eyes and declare how stupid it all seems in retrospective. Still, it's all innocent fun, as far-fetched and fantastic the plot is, a reminder of what films used to be made to do. In a sense, this could be almost a variation of a Greek tragedy, sort of an Aesop's fable, as if transfered into a screenplay and a modern era, and definitely a lesson in how greed can destroy the soul.

Spikeopath Pearl of the South Pacific is directed by Allan Dwan and written by Jesse Lasky Junior, Talbot Jennings and Anna Hunger. It stars Virgina Mayo, Dennis Morgan, David Farrar, Murvyn Vye, Lance Fuller, Basil Ruysdael and Lisa Montell. A Technicolor/ SuperScope production with music by Louis Forbes and cinematography by John Alton. Harmless afternoon adventure type picture that doesn't add up to much narratively, but none the less is boosted by nice colourful photography on Hawaii from the great John Alton.Plot pretty much entails that the radiant Mayo is joined by two gruff beachcomber types (who both vie for her attentions) and venture forward by boat to a paradise island in search of black pearls. After bluffing their way past the island supremo, story treads water with the addition of another male suitor for Mayo, this time one of the main native (Tarzan like) guys. The pearls are hidden via a secret lagoon type place, they must not be disturbed or the island deity will rain down curses on everyone (or something like that), but sure enough the pearls will be disturbed, some blood will be shed and common sense and love's trajectory will be outed. That's pretty much it, it rarely gets exciting, though there is a wonderful Octopus in here which is the keeper of the pearl crypt, but it's played mostly with a straight face and never insults our intelligence. There may have been some intention to have narrative sting about false gods and greedy treasure seekers, but it doesn't shine through because we are too busy having fun with a giant Octopus and watching Mayo dangling horny men from the puppet strings in her theatre of sexual stimuli. 6/10

dbdumonteil Virginia Mayo is the only reason why you would feel like watching this naive story which looks like a very average comic strip.She sails to an island with her two pals to latch on to the black pearls (check the title).Best scenes are when she claims to be a missionary (sic) talking about the "true" God to a priest who has other fish to fry:celebrating a wedding for instance.Although in love with one of the beachcombers ,Rita (Mayo) falls (or pretends to) in love with a native who knows where the treasure is hidden.But a giant octopus (is it the monster Cecil B.De Mille used in "reap the wild wind"(1942) and Ed Wood hired for "Bride of the monster" (1956)?)keeps a close watch on it.