
Neal of the Navy
Summary
Mid-Atlantic salt-spray hisses across the screen like celluloid nitrate itself as Neal Ames, once the pride of Bancroft Hall, is publicly eviscerated for a crib-sheet he never authored; drummed out of Annapolis under a bugle’s sour fanfare, he descends from gilt epaulettes to swabbing decks—a demotic Christ stripped of braid and entitlement. Yet the film, pirouetting on a dime, flips its melodramatic wig: our disgraced midshipman volunteers for the fleet’s most bilge-stenched berth, convinced that only within the Navy’s bowels can he exhume the cabal that framed him. Meanwhile, telegraph wires sizzle with rumors of doubloons entombed beneath Lost Island, a speck so fictive it makes Neverland feel topographical. Neal’s childhood flame, Rosalie Arden—part Gibson-girl, part proto-flapper—materializes in a succession of lingerie-length tea gowns, brandishing a parchment fragment that may as well be tattooed with an X. Together they commandeer a skiff that looks suspiciously like a repurposed banana boat, pursued by: (1) a glowering Intelligence officer who smells of camphor and unspoken vices, (2) a mustachioed sponge-baron who speaks only in nautical puns, (3) a secret society of Annapolis dons clutching dueling-pistols wrapped in the U.S. Code. Cross-cut chases through fog banks, underwater knife duels filmed in ripple-tank silhouette, and a finale that detonates an entire lagoon of magnesium-flare pyrotechnics—all while the intertitles wax Whitmanesque about honor’s elastic waistband.
Synopsis
A former Annapolis cadet is thrown out of the Naval Academy for cheating on an exam. Of course he was framed, but he must enlist in the Navy to clear himself. Meanwhile he and his sweetheart search for a buried treasure on Lost Island, which everyone is after.
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