Law of the Tropics

Constance Bennett, while still slim and lovely, was 36 years old when she made this movie, and while there's nothing wrong about being 36, it doesn't work when your character is supposed to be more like 26. She also looked older than leading man Jeffrey Lynn (which she was, by 4 or 5 years). Her eyebrows weren't drawn in a flattering manner, either. Other than that, it wasn't a bad story...maybe her sister Joan would have been a better choice for the lead. But there are worse ways to spend an hour or so than watching this... The casting of Bennett in the lead just didn't work for me. And I don't get why everyone says the other female lead was so beautiful...she looked hard to me.

Jeffrey Lynn works on a rubber plantation. He's on a week's holiday in town to get married with his girl from the States. Instead he gets a 'Dear John' letter. Instead he marries Constance Bennett in a marriage of convenience. They head back upriver, where they fall in love with each other. What he doesn't know is that she's wanted for murder back home.

It's a satisfactory B version of OIL FOR THE LAMPS OF CHINA, eked out with some good performances like Hobart Bosworth as the manager, an amusing turn by Frank Puglia, and Thomas E. Jackson as, of course, a detective. The ending is abrupt, but at 75 minutes, that's an epic length for a Bryan For production.

After just seeing the glorious Constance Bennett at her peak in "What Price Hollywood?" it is sad to see her, at the age of 36, in a B movie, but there you are - welcome to the world of being a middle-aged leading woman in films back in the golden age. She was in good company. In her next film, she would play a supporting role in an A movie that drove 36-year-old Greta Garbo out of Hollywood: Two-Faced Woman.

Bennett at this advanced age (hah!) was still beautiful, but it was hard to tell underneath the fright wig she wore. This improved when she put her hair up later on in the film. She plays a singer who marries Jeffrey Lynn (at age 32, he looks to be much younger than Bennett somehow) in order to escape a detective who's been chasing her. An inventor in a managerial position on a rubber plantation in South America, he wants to bring back a wife, so the two make a deal. Along the way, of course, they fall in love.

This is a pleasant movie, helped by the likability of the key players: Bennett, Lynn, Regis Toomey, and the gorgeous Mona Maris, who plays Toomey's wife. Craig Stevens, then very young and very hunky, has a small part as the owner's son, but he's involved in possibly the best scene, a fight between Lynn and himself.

Bennett deserved better. Shortly before leaving films in 1951, she was honored for her work on behalf of the post-war occupying troops and the Berlin Airlift. In the '50s, she did a club act, returning to movies in 1965, where she looked stunning as John Forsythe's mother in "Madame X." She died shortly afterward. She went out the way she came in.

Deep, deep, miserably deep "B". However, Bennett is delightful, as always, and makes the picture worth watching. Also, if you've ever had the urge to beat the crap out of Peter Gunn, there's an OK fight scene that Craig Stevens gets the worst of, and the chick who plays Regis Toomey's wife is a 40's hottie.

Bennett has top billing, which must have been some consolation for starring in this story of a torch singer in the tropics attempting to elude the law. The film is OK - and it has several pleasing songs sung by a trio of tropical lads - but the presence of Bennett does not raise it from "B" to "A" status. Maybe Jack Warner wanted to help his old poker partner by giving her a job. And she took it because, according to her biographer, she hadn't put away so much as a dime for the inevitable rainy days and she needed the money to support her palatial lifestyle.

Although the former #1 glamour queen of Hollywood is only 36, she is not looking especially fabulous in this film. But Mona Maris, a dead ringer for Bennett's poker playing comrade, Kay Francis, does look fabulous. Unlike Bennett, Francis did save her money for a rainy day, but when the rainy day came she found it impossible to go quietly into obscurity and she too made a few "B" films. Both ladies, like so many other former femme stars out of fashion, took up live theatre in the late 40s. Bennett fans are advised to skip this film and watch Topper instead.