A Deusa Verde

"The Green Goddess" is a dated piece of colonialist exotica--one of those old-time melodramas hyper-concerned with the purity of white women in the face of lascivious racial others. Its saving grace is the performance by George Arliss as the Raja. Besides acting circles around the rest of the cast--seemingly being the only one here capable of a wry expression or sly mugging for the camera--the cunning he brings to his character seems to extend to a lack of earnestness to the ridiculous role and scenario. He plays a monarch of a fictional kingdom in the Himalayas who affects English manners, while in truth the English actor is affecting an Eastern stereotype. Because Arliss makes light of the melodramatics and doesn't shy away from hamming it up, this creaky early talkie may be enjoyed as something of a guilty pleasure. The Academy wasn't wrong to honor this talent; although he's usually ascribed for having won the Best Actor Oscar for "Disraeli" (1929), he was doubly nominated that season for this film, too, and I think it his better.

Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on one's taste for being amused by others' incompetence, nobody else in "The Green Goddess" appears to be in on the joke. Ivan F. Simpson, despite, like Arliss, reprising the same role from stage, to the 1923 silent-film version and here, is unremarkable. The zealots in bald caps look preposterous. Alice Joyce, returning from the 1923 film, as well, along with the other two British colonialists are atrocious. They merely read their stupid lines and feign earnestness. The married couple's climactic dialogue is laughably bad. Compare it to Arliss's sardonic quips. Some credit, I suppose, deserves to go to those behind the camera for allowing Arliss to play his part, but given that nobody else on screen comes along suggests he's the sole talent in this one. Indeed, the rest of "The Green Goddess" is utter rubbish, but Arliss is a delight.