Hawaii. A cinema spectacle is like a ten-ton mouse: who needs it? A live one is a miracle, and the public will pay plenty for a peek. A dead one stinks so loud nobody will go near it. Most spectacles these days are born dead. Hawaii, as it happens, is a normal, lively, fairly intelligent ten-ton mouse.
A mountain labored to bring it forth. Producer Walter Mirisch, having paid James Michener $600,000 for the screen rights to a 937-page bestseller that has SOLD 4,000,000 copies, backed his investment with a wad that less than a century ago would have bought the island...
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