This extremely dated film has visual moments of brilliance or maybe Paul Robeson was just hot, but for something made in 1933, any nudity by any man, particularly a black man, stands in stark contrast with its more mainstream counterparts. It’s like Jacob in Twilight-any excuse for the man to be shirtless. The Emperor Jones was noted for having a predominantly black cast and Robeson’s vocal talents, but basically a typical story–man strays from his Christian upbringing and soon falls prey to his greed and pride in his efforts to rise beyond his humble upbringings with a dash of stereotypes.