Hübsch, jung und verliebt

There are a few good songs in this movie, but most are as forgettable as the characters. Wendell Corey is not convincing as a Texan and looks hungover during the movie. He also cannot sing and does a terrible version of 'Deep in the Heart of Texas'. The characters are all shallow and Jane barely cares that Danielle deserted her as a child.

I did like Hans Conried as a pushy waiter and the Four Freshmen have a nice musical number. Worth a look if you like any of the stars or you are a big fan of the genre.

One of Jane Powell's best musicals for MGM is Rich, Young and Pretty and Ms. Powell winds up all three and married to boot.

She and father Wendell Corey and housekeeper Una Merkel are in Paris where Wendell is on business for the United Nations where he works.

But he wasn't always a high powered diplomat. After the first World War he took a French bride, Danielle Darrieux, back to Texas. Texas didn't agree with Danielle and she left Wendell and her infant daughter. Wendell has told Jane her mother had passed away.

Of course all this deception by Corey leaves room for more deception by Danielle upon Jane's arrival in Paris. With a little subterfuge Darrieux and Powell meet. And Powell's also got eyes for a young French official, Vic Damone and she's forgetting about the boy she's seeing back home.

The story line of Rich, Young, and Pretty gets a little too cute, but there are some talented players here to smooth out the rough spots. And Nicholas Brodzsky and Sammy Cahn wrote some nice songs. One of them, Wonder Why, was nominated for Best Song, but lost to In the Cool Cool Cool of the Evening. Still Wonder Why is a very pretty ballad, sung by both Damone and Powell.

My favorite song however is Paris, a city that certainly has inspired some of our best songwriters. Here it's done by Fernando Lamas and sung well.

Fans of this talented cast will want to see their stars perform even though the story is a bit silly.

No need to recap the plot, which at the beginning resembles that of Giant (1956). Musicals generally live or die by the quality of the music. By that standard, this one is pretty much a snoozer following a string of forgettably bland numbers, which at least don't annoy.

The movie itself stands as a clear instance of lead performers outshining the material— mainly, the always sparkling Jane Powell and a fabulous Danielle Darrieux. Even the seemingly miscast Corey, so usually dour, manages an agreeable father. While in a tacked-on role, a hunky Fernando Lamas is clearly on his way up. One can sympathize, however, with boyish crooner Damone in his first film-- his self-consciousness almost flies off the screen.

I expect critics are right about the problems caused by Powell's pregnancy. The production has a less polished, more constrained look than the usual high MGM standard. This could well be due to a hurry-up schedule and Powell's growing girth. Whatever the reason, the movie's a chance to catch the ravishing French actress Darrieux in one of her few American roles. Otherwise, it's pretty forgettable.

In 1951 MGM brought out two musicals set in Paris, the immortal *An American in Paris* and this forgotten movie. That they were produced in the same studio the same year is interesting. Because while much of *An American in Paris* is striking and very memorable, this is pleasant and instantly forgettable.

It's not that there is no talent here, at least on the screen. Danielle Darrieux comes across very well, somewhat upstaging Powell. Vic Damone is about as French as Frank Sinatra, but he sings his few numbers very well. Marcel Dalio provides another in his collection of eccentric Frenchmen. Fernando Llamas looks very handsome, which is about all he was called on to do. Wendell Corey adds nothing, and is out of place here.

But the music is the problem. There is a lot of it, and while it is all pleasant, none of it sticks with you.

And so, neither does this movie.

Go watch *An American in Paris* again instead, to see what MGM was doing at its best in 1951. This movie has nothing to offer.

RICH, YOUNG AND PRETTY is a perfect example of how not to film a musical. First of all, the script is a shambles, even if Sidney Sheldon did have a hand in it. The story is trite from beginning to end, Jane Powell's voice is completely wasted with forgettable songs, and I kept thinking how this was the sort of plot featured in so many Deanna Durbin films--but done with more skill and polish for Durbin.

As bad as the film is, there are a couple of compensations. First, Danielle Darrieux is charming and skillful in her role as Jane's mother, even tossing off a few songs in a professional manner. Her song partner, Fernando Lamas, has a rather thankless role but reveals a fine baritone voice for a couple of uninspired songs.

Wendell Corey sports a mustache and seems to be filling in for Walter Pidgeon, as someone else suggested. Nevertheless, his is a pleasantly foolish role and he plays it with style, even when forced to warble off key in a silly nightclub number.

For Jane Powell's fans, there is nothing distinctive about the songs she's given to sing. In fact, all of the best numbers are delivered by Danielle Darrieux who does well by them.

The whole plot is so irritatingly simple-minded, with Vic Damone giving his worst performance ever in a romantic leading role and never bothering to sound the least bit like the Frenchman he's supposed to be. Jane is a rich girl who doesn't find out until the film's last moments that Darrieux is the mother who deserted her father way back when. And naturally, in time for the last clinch, Jane's father decides it's okay for her to marry the Frenchman (Damone).

The artificial MGM settings are rigged to make us believe we're in Paris, but even that doesn't work. For an MGM musical of the '50s, this one is the pits. It's really a B-film wrapped up in A-film status but not making the grade.