Clive Of India (1935)

In 1748 England, a clerk (Ronald Colman) is bored with his job and joins the army and goes to India. It is there that he finds his destiny. Based on the play by R.J. Minney and directed by Richard Boleslawski (GARDEN OF ALLAH). Yet another stodgy glamourization of colonialism, in this case the British Raj where Colman's Robert Clive is portrayed as the white savior of India! I don't know how much accuracy fits into the picture (this being 1935 Hollywood, I doubt very much) but I found him an appalling man. His young son is dying and with this knowledge, he and his wife (Loretta Young) still dash off to India and leave him to die alone. WTF? Colman broods and broods instead of giving a performance while Young wrings her hands at how he runs off to India given the remotest excuse. I could forgive all the nonsense if there were any entertainment value to the film but it takes itself so seriously. With Colin Clive, C. Aubrey Smith, Francis Lister, Cesar Romero, Leo G. Carroll, Mischa Auer and Eily Malyon.