7/10
Nobody likes it but me - and a few other folks
22 March 2002
Sex and drugs in the Big City are too much for the young country reared

Southern ladies and gents to bear, in this well over the top and very

florid meller, directed by the always unreliable Michael Anderson. But

I was young (23) when I saw it at the Loew's Warfield in San Francisco,

with PLATINUM HIGH SCHOOL, on 9-19-60; and it's a movie aimed at a young

audience. I always loved Natalie Wood, back to when we both were kids;

Bob Wagner was a fave since 1950; Susan Kohner caught my eye in TO HELL

AND BACK, dazzled the world, and me, in IMITATION OF LIFE.

George Hamilton's the odd man out here, but he's credible. Story and

treatment are pure soap, but nothin's wrong with that.

The only sour note for me in this lushly produced and always interesting

walk on the 1930s wild side, is the music. Jazz and more jazz; badly

played, written, composed and sung. Stops the movie stone cold whenever

they use it, which is waayy too often. Pearl Bailey's role shoulda been

cut. This aside I found it, then and now, an absorbing and watchable drama

with a sterling cast of young stars. The two girls are excellent in

every way. Too long (124), and too much jazzy music -
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