Rich, Young and Pretty

Firstly, I had seen Miss Darieux in several movies. In this one, not even a trace of a French accent - amazing. Also, enjoyed Lamas, an Argentinian with a what-kind-of accent. By the way, whatever happened to his heart-throb son? Back to "Rich, Young and Pretty," I say pooh - double pooh - or poohpooh to the naysayers who dissected this movie and found fault with the performers and/or the script.

The songs were good, but certainly not MGM's best. The happiest surprise was "Deep In the Heart of Texas" - what a joy, and the song involving the great Four Freshmen.

The ballads were fairly decent - nothing more, nothing less. As for the fellow with the cane and cigar box who does not like Jane Powell - to quote Gen. McAuliffe when asked about surrendering to Germany - NUTS! I don't know if she was pretty or cute, so I settle for pretty cute. Her voice, not quite as strong as Kathryn Grayson, is still quite beautiful.

One of that era's best singers was Vic Damone who could sing powerfully, or pleasantly. I enjoyed him.

I loved the ending with its flying saucers - and knives, forks, spoons, and French cuisine.

Yes, I enjoyed the movie, and I'm proud to admit it. Onward and upward.

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.

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.

Jane Powell sparkles as Texas gal Elizabeth Rogers who travels to Europe with her single father and finds romance with a young man--and also meets the mother she never knew. MGM musical on a less-than-grand scale, yet underrated Powell really pours on the charm and her song numbers are fairly witty. The picture is a bit encumbered by the studio's restrictions--there are hardly any scenes set outdoors, and the shots of Paris are obviously fillers from MGM's stock--but the cast (including Una Merkel, Fernando Lamas and Wendell Corey) is colorful and the screenplay (worked on by Sidney Sheldon) is lively and fun. **1/2 from ****