Romatic tosh of the campest kind but then it was written and directed by that most florid of film-makers Albert Lewin and told, in contemporary terms, the story of the legend of the Flying Dutchman, condemned to roam the seas until he found a woman willing to die for him. He's James Mason at his most inscrutable and she's' Ava Gardner at her most glamorous and others camping it up in the cast include Nigel Patrick, Harold Warrender and Marius Goring though the main reason to see it is Jack Cardiff's gorgeous cinematography. It's full of beautiful images and the purplest of prose and often feels like a parody of itself. It's now considered something of a cult movie and is really nobody's finest hour, except maybe Cardiff's.
Review of Pandora and the Flying Dutchman
