Alison Kirbe of London, receives a telegram from Texas, that she has inherited a livestock ranch. It is plastered throughout the London newspapers that Alison has become a rich heiress, and... See full summary »
Alison Kirbe of London, receives a telegram from Texas, that she has inherited a livestock ranch. It is plastered throughout the London newspapers that Alison has become a rich heiress, and is sailing to the United Slates alone to claim her inheritance. Or so she thinks. Three men, Terence Keath, Jeremy Tayler, and Jeremy's lawyer, Matthew Kinston take an interest in Alison, after reading about her in the papers. They all board the ship hoping to become involved with her, but, all for different reasons. Terence, is a gambler and wants to marry a rich women to pay his debts. Jeremy, a multi-millionaire wants a wife, and Matthew wants to protect Jeremy's fortune, for he belives Alison is actually running a scam. All aboard! Written by
After their evening of gambling, Matthew goes to Allison's hotel room and she invites him for coffee. Just as he accepts and begins to sit down, the far shot shows her putting her empty coffee cup at his place. The next shot, which is a close shot from her right, shows her again putting the cup in front of him. See more »
Please Believe Me-Believe Me It's A Real Stinker *
Just goes to show you when people are under contract.
A stellar cast of Deborah Kerr, Robert Walker, Peter Lawford, and Mark Stevens are put into this absolute classic stinker.
Seems that during World War 11, Kerr met an old U.S. soldier who leaves her farmland that's an absolute piece of junk-just like this movie.
Walker is a con-artist who thinks that Kerr has landed a lot of money and tries to woo her. On board the board, there's Lawford with his 14 million and his lawyer Stevens. Walker has his crony, James Whitmore, who is the only funny person in this.
Scenes include a tie scene which is utterly ridiculous. Naturally, Walker is being financed to fleece Kerr by hoodlum J. Carrol Naish.
The film becomes even more ridiculous when it's discovered that Kerr's land is worthless. Having run up debt, she tries to sell the hotel rug and of course winds up with one of our gallant 3.
A weak plot is further done in by poor writing. Norman Taurog, a great director, who won the Oscar for directing "Skippy" years before is straddled with his mess. He probably needed that dog to help out with this clinker.
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