Robert Louis Stevenson wanted Treasure Island to be a fun book. Victor Fleming‘s adaptation (1934) is a fun movie. Without mugging, Wallace Beery carries the production as Long John Silver. The love of loftiness and the wise shots prove that Fleming was the right man chosen to direct Gone with the Wind, and yet Treasure Island is free of GWTW‘s deepest artifice. It’s a robust pic, although I agree with Otis Ferguson about “the extended sentimentality”—goodbye, just desserts—at the end.