It's a lovely film, no one could possibly deny it, and it is graced by the honestly romantic acting by Jeff Chandler (always one of my favourites), Louis Jourdan (still young and dashing) and the lovely Debra Paget, who was expert on roles like this and made many of them, usually tragic. But the most interesting issue of the film is the Taboo problem, how this superstition actually ruled the lives of the South Sea people and could impose such an overpowering influence that no reason or common sense could withstand it with often disastrous and fatal consequences, which no one could control, not even the high priests or the chieftains, which Louis Jourdan as a guest on the island has to experience with bitter anguish; and still he leaves the island with only love left in his heart for the people, their way of life and their beauty. The film is unforgettable for its beauty and charm, it brings you in close contact with the Polynesians and the old ways of their life, and you can but share Louis Jourdan's feelings of endless melancholy as he leaves it all and will miss it for the rest of his life.