Sous les tropiques

However mediocre the film is ( and this is truly mediocre ) Rhonda Fleming shines. Her voice is good, and her eyes are always paying attention to the actors around her. We would not have agreed on many issues, but somehow I sensed generosity would not have spoiled a genuine openness of opinion. Now for the film. The technicolour is excellent, but sadly the Caribbean setting is all studio, and at the end of certain scenes I am convinced I saw them leave to an adjacent set. In one delirious scene Fleming walks out of the sea bone dry with a backdrop of waves behind her. There is in my opinion no chemistry between her with Ronald Reagan, a political escapee who helps her out with her banana plantation problems. Estelita Rodriguez adds zest to the film, and the song numbers are bearable. But if you like Fleming as an actor the film is good while she is on screen. As for the plot it is boring, predictable, and has a certain amount of male fighting to stop the audience getting restless.

You can't.

Rhonda Fleming (who looks spectacular, as always) plays the owner of a banana plantation in the Caribbean which is on the verge of going belly up. Enter Ronald Reagan, who saves the day.

Seems Reagan is a political escapee from somewhere (probably where the Democrats are still in control), so he is in this country illegally. Nasty John Wengraf, who wants to buy out Fleming, blackmails Reagan into helping him wreck the plantation. Reagan pretends to go along, but you know at some point he is going to kick somebody's butt.

The highlight of the film occurs about halfway through, with a pretty good six minute brawl. Reagan cleans house, and Fleming gets the top of her dress torn off. The rest of the film is slow going. Estelita Rodriguez sings a few songs, and Noah Beery Jr. Takes a nice part as Reagan's buddy. Grant Withers plays Fleming's drunken and former foreman.

The climax features Reagan, Fleming, et al trying to transport 8000 banana stems to a dock so that the Tropic Fruit Company will give Fleming a contract. This may have expired the Exodus sequence from "The Ten Commandments."

The most banana film ever made; when I remind this film, the first image I have is bananas.... Even more than the flaming presence of Rhonda Fleming, on eof the two Paramount Pictures "home" bunnies for this kind of colorful adventure yarns of this period. This is also a typical Paramount adventure film, directed by the specialist Lewis R Foster and it could have been made by Edward Ludwig or even Jerry Hopper. A little feature full of charm, forget the plot. Just enjoy Rhonda Fleming, as exquisite as a banana split. Not the best of the director, not CROSSWINDS for instance. At the same scale as JAMAICA RUN or FLAME OF THE ISLANDS.

If you have a hard time seeing Ronald Reagan as a "banana expert" and Rhonda Fleming as a plantation mistress, you might have a hard time taking Tropic Zone seriously. You won't be the only one. This isn't a great movie. In fact, there really isn't anything about it that works. No one fits in with the exotic location - in reality, if everyone there lived on a South American island and worked in a banana plantation, they would be grimy and gritty. Rhonda's hair wouldn't be fresh from the salon, her shirts wouldn't be white and crisp, and Estelita Rodriguez wouldn't belly dance her way through a saloon without getting any male attention. She repeatedly throws herself at Ronnie (who wouldn't?) even though Noah Beery Jr. Is the one who really loves her. Ronnie repeatedly rebuffs her, even going so far as taking a cold plunge in the ocean rather than kiss her - because he's saving himself for Rhonda.

This really shouldn't have taken place at a banana plantation. It just didn't make any sense! It should have been on an American assembly line - or changed it to a wartime factory to give the audience some nostalgia. You're better off sticking with The Naked Jungle.

This is the umpteenth version of the gorgeous damsel in distress(Fleming) whose valuable banana plantation is coveted by a villain .But fortunately a raider (Reagan)comes to her rescue. This is conventional to a fault,a weak adventure story padded out with a lot of exotic dances ,all performed by a brunette who's "crazy about" the hero and thus is jealous of Fleming.