While all the standard elements of a typical Hitchcock story are there (there's a little bit of suspense, someone dies, and the usual twist at the end), this was a refreshing change of style, and I really liked it. It was reminiscent of a Somerset Maugham short story, with the exception of the characters being part of the American old money and nouveau riche jet set instead of British colonials, a sprinkling of foreign expatriates, and a setting in Palm Beach instead of Southeast Asia.
The lovely Leora Dana was well cast as the very wealthy, pleasant, nice but mousy Irene Cole - there was something kind, honest and real in her character which made it believable that a dashing royal prince might be drawn to her. An eyesore though was the heavy George Hamilton tan makeup liberally applied to Jacques Bergerac for him to play Indian Prince Burhan.
Having the narrator character of English author Randolph Burnside worked well also, and although it was a little surprising with the breaking of the fourth wall right at the very end, it made for a rather touching conclusion.
The lovely Leora Dana was well cast as the very wealthy, pleasant, nice but mousy Irene Cole - there was something kind, honest and real in her character which made it believable that a dashing royal prince might be drawn to her. An eyesore though was the heavy George Hamilton tan makeup liberally applied to Jacques Bergerac for him to play Indian Prince Burhan.
Having the narrator character of English author Randolph Burnside worked well also, and although it was a little surprising with the breaking of the fourth wall right at the very end, it made for a rather touching conclusion.