Sally Jane Black’s review published on Letterboxd:
As Tony dances with Manya at her wedding to Frederik, there's a tension in the scene equal to a decent thriller. It's derived from a different sort of danger, as no one's life is noticeably in danger. Rather, it comes from the fear that the romantic happy ending will never come, this intense longing for old melodramas like these to turn out all right, that I can't help but indulge in when I get down to it. As much as I appreciate unromantic--or perhaps aromantic--stories in unexpected places, when presented with a film like this, I cannot help but root for the romantic story.
There are a lot of flaws here that probably didn't seem like flaws in 1935. The Japanese caricature, the disrespectful approach Tony takes at the start, and the culture clash storyline are all problems, though that last one is mitigated somewhat by the film's slightly sympathetic tone with them. I felt it notable that so much Polish goes untranslated, even in subtitles. In a way, that feels more egalitarian. That might just be wishful thinking about something more to do with saving a buck, though.
(Alas, poor Ralph Bellamy. Always the bridesmaid...)