Can't say it doesn't have promise:
Whale is justly famed for his Frankenstein work, of course; the man could direct a picture. But this one needed more monsterism. We begin at the airport, but nicely streamlined; if only all the world looked like this back then, instead of sets and World's Fairs.
Rest assured the skycaps are in full yah-SUH! mode here. We meet all the sinners who'll be heading to paradise - a trip from San Fran to Shanghai! That's practically the moon. The group includes heartless heiress who's taking a plane to China to get away from some messy labor troubles at her factory:
"I'm NOT BLIND! This is the STYLE!
Her workers are demanding a 40-hour week, and she just doesn't want to DEAL.
There's more to come, but first, let's look at the standard bathroom in a transPacific plane in 1938:
Presumably there's also a claw-foot tub in there; they certainly have enough room. This fellow has a suitcase full of money, and he's furtive, so we know he's bad.
The Nice Girl, who was wearing a white shirt with a black tie until someone Command-I while she was leaving wardrobe:
The party includes a Senator, who blusters away like a Yankee Cleghorn. He's played by this fellow:
The father of actress June Lockhart. Which means there is a direct relationship between Frankenstein and Lassie. If he looks a bit careworn, that's because the plane crashes in the ocean, and everyone swims to an island. Except for anyone else on the plane we haven't met; they were all killed by the script.
The hard-bitten blonde who's been around the block seems to take well to the deprivations of Island Life:
Mostly it's an opportunity for white people to Go Native and let their inhibitions go in the sultry Paradise for Sinners:
Plot: "Airport" meets "Gilligan's Island." After the plane crashes - not a bad piece of FX for the time - the group finds themselves on an island where the only occupants are a mysterious rich guy named Taylor and his servant, Ping. (Pong was written out of the script early on.) They have to solve their differences before the reclusive yet charismatic Mr. Taylor lets them go to China on his yacht.
Knowing there's a boat around doesn't exactly focus the sense of being marooned.
Slightly overripe melodrama on a lot with set of fronds. After the crash, it couldn't have held my interest if my interest had big handles smeared with superglue.