Nora Taylor has $37,000,00 but thinks every man she meets prefers her bankbook figure to her own, and that include her current fiancé, Paul Chevron, who has $48,000,000 of his own. Paul ... See full summary »
Nora Taylor has $37,000,00 but thinks every man she meets prefers her bankbook figure to her own, and that include her current fiancé, Paul Chevron, who has $48,000,000 of his own. Paul goes to Brazil to play some polo, and Nora follows along. There, she meets and falls for Roberto Santos, whom she thinks has no money, who is really overjoyed when he discovers she has a lot of money. This depresses her somewhat. But, this being a big-budget MGM film, which means that the two top-billed characters have to end up together, winds up with Metro-plot-218 that says Roberto has a few potatoes (or bananas) of his own and is just pleased to find out she isn't a gold digger after his money. The rich get richer and the poor need not apply. Written by
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It should have made a strong case for Ricardo Montalban as a matinée idol: he smolders and smolders!
Shallow time-filler, directed by the estimable Mervyn LeRoy (who must have been a bit embarrassed), this picture-postcard travelogue-cum-romance should have put Ricardo Montalban on the map as a huge matinée idol. Montalban never quite broke the ethnic barrier to become a Valentino-type player in Hollywood, and filmdom certainly missed a prime opportunity. Montalban swaggers and struts and exudes mucho charisma as a horse rancher in Brazil who falls for vacationing heiress Lana Turner. Semi-musical piece of Hollywood factory gloss entertains in its fashion, but you'll be ashamed of yourself in the morning. Turner is so aloof that even Ricardo fails to melt her icy exterior, but the South American flavor is amusingly captured and the picture looks good enough to eat. ** from ****
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