Idiotic as its plot may be, this early musical fantasy is worth watching just to witness Hollywood's impossibly silly version of native life on an exotic island ruled by a floozy during the height of the Great Depression. The film tries (in vain) to milk comedy out of pitting the nouveau riche against the nouveau broke in a ridiculous plot that ends up with a yacht blown up and its stranded passengers frolicking with the oversexed natives (who all look like Midwestern chorus girls and bodybuilders slathered with bronzer). Unfortunately, none of the songs in the film is particularly memorable, but the cavorting about during "South Sea Bolero" is a hoot.
Review of Down to Their Last Yacht
