Ricca, giovane e bella

I read a review that stated that this movie was filmed before Royal Wedding, but this isn't so. Royal Wedding, starring Fred Astaire, was filmed before this movie and it was Royal Wedding which made Jane Powell no longer a teenage movie star but a full blown adult performer! Her movie Three Weeks With Love with Ricardo Montalban was a tell tale sign that it was time for Jane Powell to throw away her teenager costumes once and for all and become an adult. She, Debbie Reynolds, and Natalie Wood were just three of the very few who made it from teenage performer to adult performers in the movies.

So, after Royal Wedding, Jane Powell was slated for Rich, Young, and Pretty, but there was a problem; she found out that she was pregnant, so much of the shooting had to be done as quickly as possible with many of scenes filmed waist up. Danielle Darrieux had made her film debut in the U.S. in "The Rage of Paris" and hated the movie so much that there was nothing that could stop her from returning to Paris, but the script, her role, and the fact that she got to sing and dance in a Technicolor musical was enough to entice her back for Rich, Young, and Pretty! Good thing too! She was great!

This was Vic Damone's first movie for Hollowood, and as my Mom said, "Everyone was swooning over Vic's Cow-eyes! What can one say about Una Merckle? Una is Una. She played servant in the Jeannette McDonald version of The Merry Widow and repeated the same role in the Lana Turner version, which was the best of the two, and repeated the servant role in Rich, Young, and Pretty, with a pretty, good, feisty performance especially in the end.

As far as the songs are forgettable? This will sum up this movie and my review. Because of lack of space, I could give you word for word of all the songs in the movie, and I'm going to prove it:

"They say that Paris is charming and light hearted, over and over again. They said in Paris no star shines as brightly, as Paris again, and again. They say her bonnets are lyrical sonnets. They've said it with word and with pen. They say that Paris makes April complete. They say that Taxi's makes songs in her streets. Although these things they repeat and repeat, but I like to think instead: That Paris is sort of the things that left, unsaid!"

The songs are forgettable and not memorable? I don't think so!

Very late July, and it is my silly season for watching films. I love diversity, and I am drawn to what I call ' easy ' old films, from any country, and almost any genre. This musical is bearable because it has Danielle Darrieux in it, singing two of the most passable songs in the film. Jane Powell is always good to watch, but the Paris it is set in is beyond fake, bordering on the ridiculous. Wendell Corey and Vic Damone are awful, and the latter could not act at all. My main gripe is that it has every French stereotype in the cinematic book, some scenes cringe worthy and one example is when Corey sings a song ( badly ) called I think ' Deep in the Heart of Texas ' in a Paris restaurant. And forces other to sing along with him. No one went to Paris to make this mediocre film, and it seems to me it was a Joe Pasternak produced piece of froth firmly directed to middle America who could fantasise over Paris cliches. Darrieux holds the film together and no spoilers on the contrived plot. I have no idea why in 1951 she wanted to be in it, considering she was at her career peak with films like ' Occupe Toi D'Amelie '. A 5 for every scene that manages to bring this nonsense to life. She is superb.

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 ****

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.

This lovely, little-known MGM musical from 1951 stands above most others of its genre by utilizing a strong, often (unintentionally) disturbing and moving storyline as a background for its delightful musical numbers and melodic score.

Jane Powell is fresh as the first day of spring, and in fine voice. Vic Damone's equally engaging as her romantic interest. But the real surprise is the depth and vivacity of the "adult" performers -- Wendell Corey, Fernando Lamas (whose resonant baritone voice is fully utilized) and the delicious Danielle Darrieux in one of her few American movies. She provides charm, elegance and alluring sex-appeal as a woman who abandoned her daughter (Powell) shortly after her birth, divorced her husband (Corey), returned to her native France, and resumed her career as a Parisian nightclub performer, currently in love with her cabaret co-star Lamas. Corey unwittingly takes his daughter to Paris for a vacation, having no idea she will eventually discover the identity of her supposedly "deceased" mother.

The sad undercurrents of the plot are glossed over by a lush Technicolored production and one riveting song after another. The riveting finale is staged and photographed and sung to vivid perfection.

A delicious diversion, with a glorious cast doing full justice to its entrancing score and poignant screenplay. Simply a pity that the delectable, saucy Ms. Darrieux was never teamed with Fred Astaire, though Ms. Powell was one year later in the knockout "Royal Wedding".