Enchanted Island

This odd adventure film, set in the tropics and probably shot in Hawaii, stars the horrendously miscast Dana Andrews as a lawless sailor who falls in love with an island maiden, essayed here by whiter than white Jane Powell in an equally turgid performance. I can't comment on the faithfulness of the adaptation, as I haven't read Melville's novel Typee, but Enchanted Island looks cheap (regardless of the colourful locales), is poorly acted, and is thoroughly dull. Even Jorge Stahl's colour cinematography looks like it was shot on leftover stock or 'ends'. A less than satisfactory late career move by director Allan Dwan, Enchanted Island is only for extremely loyal Andrews completists.

It's Nukuheva 1842 in the South Seas. The crew of a passing ship is collecting supplies. Their demanding captain refuses to give the men shore leave with the beautiful island girls. Abner (Dana Andrews) and Tom (Don Dubbins) decide to jump ship and head for their imagined paradise.

This is a B-movie and it's a rather boring one. It's more important as one of the last few production by RKO before its bankruptcy. It's a fitting movie to show the decline of the once great studio. It's got great palm trees in the Acapulco adjacent locations. That's the best part of the movie.

This is an interesting and fun movie. Evidently filmed in the Pacific - the extras appear to be Polynesian. Typical of '50's movies, however, the stars are all white. The use of the native Polynesian language adds an element of realism. The ending is more romantic than Melville's book, but the movie appears to have kept the general feeling of "Typee" from which the story is taken. In all it is movie to enjoy.

Jane Powell shakes her coconuts for Dana Andrews on an island paradise he's run away to in order to escape the wrath of mean Captain Ted de Corsia.

Roundabout adventure flick with paper-thin plot. Jane's native girl learns to speak English pretty good.... supposed to be believable if she speaks 'haltingly' enough.

In the 1940's, minimalist Dana Andrews seemed like a real person in movies surrounded by actors... but by the mid-to-late 1950's he sometimes looked like a hired stock actor completely misplaced, especially for the Hermann Melville adaptation of Typee titled ENCHANTED ISLAND...

Where he and equally miscast Don Dubbins are two sailors from a late 19th Century ship (captained by a grouchy Ted de Corsia) that lands on the titular South Pacific location, and they aren't allowed to have fun with the loose native girls...

And for 90-minutes Andrews helps an injured Dubbins, too weak to even cross a small creek, into a jungle setting where the rest of the programmer's highlighted by Dana's far too easy male-fantasy courtship with Jane Powell as a gorgeous, blue-eyed native whose leader, Friedrich von Ledebur, may or may not be a cannibal...

Yet this matters very little since the ISLAND is too limited for an adventure; young dopey Dubbins splits too soon for a buddy-action flick; the couple has meager chemistry for a genuine romance; and with natives so friendly there's hardly any suspense, making Powell's scantily-clad garb and the pulp-novel-cover aesthetic the only ENCHANTING aspects on board.