There are cases where a movie that was rejected by audiences of its day is embraced by modern viewers. This is not one of those cases. Goodness gracious, this Mary Pickford vehicle is so bad that it’s, well, bad.
In addition to the racism against Indians, the film is so petty, so small, so predictable and trite that the plot can be prescribed as a cure for insomnia. (And before we get the usual yipping about “Context!” I would like to encourage everyone to read up on India’s independence movement and the oppression of its people.)
How does it end? Hover or tap below for a spoiler.
Pickford’s Indian character is really a lost English lady and she gets her (English) man.
If it were a dessert it would be: Chocolate-Covered Rocks. Not rock candy, just rocks.
Availability: Released on DVD.
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