This movie was among the worst ever featured on MST3K. It had poor acting and a completely goofy script. How many ways doth thou suck? Let me count the ways: a pigeon that can fly underwater, goldfish that turn into gold, a bird of happiness that puts people to sleep by sounding like Marlene Dietrich, and a voyage reminiscent of the great movie (sarcasm noted) Erik the Viking.
In fact the only redeeming quality of the film was the setting. It must have taken thousands of intellectuals, bourgeoisie, capitalist sympathizers, and other enemies of the hallowed Stalinist state countless hours to carve, paint, smelt, tailor, and otherwise fashion the breathtakingly beautiful sets and costumes. No doubt the actors were on a brief sabbatical from their sentences at the prison camps--a great favor in order to create a piece of art fit for the king, rather, Communist dictator.
But even if Stalin saw fit to award the poopy film and to foist it on the Capitalist West as a piece of bloated propaganda, the film fails as a useful tool against Capitalism and is simply the perfect cure for insomnia. It's rather funny, in fact, that the bird of happiness puts people to sleep considering that most of the audience was probably asleep before she even made her brief cameo. If anything, she probably caused a few people to stir considering she was the prettiest face in the tired and dreadful film.
In closing, the film industry coined a phrase for films that tell the story of the underworld--film noir...well, it's time we invented a new phrase for this brand of film...film merde!
In fact the only redeeming quality of the film was the setting. It must have taken thousands of intellectuals, bourgeoisie, capitalist sympathizers, and other enemies of the hallowed Stalinist state countless hours to carve, paint, smelt, tailor, and otherwise fashion the breathtakingly beautiful sets and costumes. No doubt the actors were on a brief sabbatical from their sentences at the prison camps--a great favor in order to create a piece of art fit for the king, rather, Communist dictator.
But even if Stalin saw fit to award the poopy film and to foist it on the Capitalist West as a piece of bloated propaganda, the film fails as a useful tool against Capitalism and is simply the perfect cure for insomnia. It's rather funny, in fact, that the bird of happiness puts people to sleep considering that most of the audience was probably asleep before she even made her brief cameo. If anything, she probably caused a few people to stir considering she was the prettiest face in the tired and dreadful film.
In closing, the film industry coined a phrase for films that tell the story of the underworld--film noir...well, it's time we invented a new phrase for this brand of film...film merde!