Chaplin’s swan song is a lumbering trifle, though a significant improvement on his oafish A KING IN NEW YORK. Using Sophia Loren as his substitute, he still just wants to go to America, if only they’d meet him halfway. There are 2 or 3 fairly bright stateroom panic scenes (uncommonly bright under Arthur Ibbetson’s fluorescent lighting) and a goofy conversation for Brando and his butler, but where’s the middle of the story? Fun to watch Sydney Chaplin make off with another fella’s drink (and with Sophia, too, by the look of things), but this jerry-built shipboard romance finds even its modest pleasures skidding overboard.
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