I've never been a huge fan of Mae West but watched this because it was directed by Raoul Walsh, a director who could usually be relied upon to deliver a few tricks to distinguish his work from the production line fodder that the Hollywood studios were churning out in the 30s. This one's a dull affair though, curiously flat with no spark at all between West and McLaglen as the woman of dubious character and the rowdy sea captain who spirits her away from an evil Chinaman. It's difficult to understand why the plump and plain Miss West was considered such a sex symbol in her day. For much of this film she doesn't so much have lines to deliver as a series of one-liners that fall far short of her more famous saucy quips. Definitely one for completists only.

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