A sharp, tight racial drama about New Guinea, this has an ironically imaginative conception... Four white people are left to oversee a coffee plantation and a town in an isolated district that is being turned over to the native tribes as their first step toward independence. The whites are the plantation bookkeeper, the district law officer and their wives. The natives, though, have suddenly become what in Mississippi would be called uppity. Not only do they demand instant equality after years of servitude, they also are taking over the Christian heaven. The normally warring tribes have banded together because a Christ has been born to them and in perfect imitation of the whites they are going to crucify the ""black son of God"" in an apocalyptic ceremony. Christ in this case is an eight-year-old perfect specimen whose gargantuan endowment has charmed all the tribes into a single cult. Crucified, he will ascend into heaven, speak with God and have all of the white man's goods flown in by plane for the new nation. When the stiff-lipped officer attempts to interfere, the tribes erupt and blood flows. The final crucifixion scene is a thorough imitation of the Passion as it has been taught to the natives by missionaries. Characterizations are excellently weighted and given an edge; the story flows, and the action scenes have some built-in excitement.