This version of the story is more about sex than the honor, toil and starvation that are key factors in the other depictions. If only Bligh would’ve went out to the island on those hot nights, or at least touched himself when he was alone sweating in his cabin, things would have been all right. Or would they? Was Fletcher Christian a sexual powder keg ready to go off as soon as he saw the sexy dames in their grass skirts? Could no amount of waving Union Jacks ever brought him back to England, even if the Captain of the Bounty was easy like Sunday morning? Or maybe Bligh and Christian just wanted each other — they were rather “fond” of each other at the top of the story, despite their class differences. We’ll never know. But this film, with its Robert Bolt dialogue and its Vangelis score, is just about perfect. I saw this at the East Brunswick mall with my dad at age 10; he made me promise not to tell my mom there were naked chicks in it.