the look in your eyes
by Douglas Messerli
Anthony Coldeway screenplay, based on a story by
Darryl F. Zanuck), Michael Curtiz (director) Noah's
Ark / 1928
It’s hard to imagine this clumsily directed epic of
ancient biblical times and World War I, which Alva Johnson, writing in The
New Yorker was “widely conceded to be the worst picture ever made,” was
helmed by the same director of the fondly remembered films The Adventures of
Robin Hood (1938), Casablanca (1942), Mildred Pierce (1945),
and White Christmas (1954).
So
disastrous were conditions on the set that this movie alone led to the implementation
of stunt safety regulations of 1929.
Yet soon Japheth is forced to travel to the
nearby city to find and bring back his girlfriend Miriam who has been nabbed by
King Nephilim’s men to be the sacrificial virgin for the annual celebration of
the gods.
She is
almost sacrificed, until at the last moment Noah’s Jehovah himself finally
saves her by bringing down the torrents, which also frees Japheth, who
incredibly stumbles blind through the rising tides with Miriam in his arms,
arriving back at the ark just in time to have his eyesight miraculously
restored as the momentous doors of the ark closed and it sails off, even while the
formerly proud King Nephilim clings desperately to its sides before his hand is
caught in a closing window and he drops in pain into the riling morass.
The plot
is utterly hokum, but the sets are memorable if nothing else.
The far more interesting first half of the
epic concerns another time of chaos as the world stands at the edge of another
disaster, this one man-made, since God has made a covenant with man never to
destroy his creations again.
This
story begins in 1914 with the US playboy Travis (O’Brien) and his good friend
Al (Williams) traveling aboard the Oriental Express. Also aboard is Nickoloff
(Beery), an officer in the Russian Secret Services, and a young German girl
Marie (Costello) traveling with a theatrical troupe.
Meanwhile, Nickoloff arrives and attempts to sneak into Marie’s room,
presumably to rape her. Travis, however, has been watching over her and finding
Nickoloff in her room begins to fight him, the two creating a major battle
interrupted by French soldiers announcing the commencement of World War I.
Travis,
Al, and Marie hurry off to Paris, where the two men continue to share a room
while Marie sleeps elsewhere even if by this time Travis and Marie have fallen
in love.
Yet
Travis’ sudden interest in Marie, and his feeling that he must protect her
since, even though she speaks perfect English, she might otherwise be thought
to be a German spy, forces a wedge between their close relationship. Al begins,
moreover, to feel guilty for not having signed up as a soldier and finally does
so, attempting to convince Travis to do the same.
As he and
Marie watch the American soldiers, who have now joined the war, with Travis
among them, we see the tensions of both Marie and Travis, Marie desperately attempting
to keep her husband close to her, while Travis feels pulled toward the military
parade.
When he
finally spots Al on the march, he can no longer resist, and joins up with the
soldiers, someone handing him a gun.
The two
eventually meet up in the trenches they immediately rush to one another,
embracing in deep hugs, Al kissing him on the neck not unlike the deep sexual
bond that William A. Wellman had established between his two World War I
characters in Wings the year before this film. As film history Shane
Brown describes it, “Their reaction is akin to that of two lovers who have been
separated.” Even the language is suggestive, Al blurting out “I could lick the
guy who said there was a yellow streak in you.” The statement is obvious
expressing his determination to fight anyone who might have suggested that his
friend was a coward, but in this case the word is close to his own real-actions
of planting a wet kiss on his friend’s neck.
They settle
down in trench life, no better place that to snuggle up together. But almost
immediately they are each assigned to separate squads one ordered to attack a
German machine gun nest from the right, the other from the left.
The rest of the story returns to Marie who
has, meanwhile, joined up with a theatrical troupe entertaining the soldiers.
During one of her performances Nickoloff, who has now become an advisor to the
allies, spots Marie, meeting up with her to demand that she meet him for sex.
When she attempts to flee, he catches up with her, plants spy message in her
suitcase, and has her arrested for espionage. Soon after, she is sentenced to a
firing squad. Assigned to that squad is Travis, who despite her blindfold
recognizes her, and saves his wife from execution. But almost immediately the
couple and others, including the recurring figure of the preacher, find themselves
trapped below a demolished building and prepare for death, the minister comparing
the war and its flow of blood to the biblical tale of the flood.
The
group, however, finds men on the outside are digging their way in to save them,
who, when finally breaking through announce that the armistice agreement has
been signed, that war is over. The film’s narrator declares that with the end
of the War peace has returned forever, that the lives lost in the War will not
be forgotten—hollow news for those of us who have seen so many wars since and
are facing a new international out-break even as I write.
I should
add that some of the film is in sound while parts are silent with intertitles.
In the
end, there is much to see and wonder at in this odd work, but as The New
York Times reviewer Mordaunt Hall admitted, it was such a “cumbersome
production, one feels that it is a great test of patience.”
Los Angeles, March 18, 2026
Reprinted in My Queer Cinema blog (March
2026).








