This film is a gem, epitomising the best of 1950's ' trashy films '. It is Camp in its way, and there are scenes of Yvonne de Carlo getting drunk in it worthy of Susan Hayward. The version I saw had lost some of its glowing colours, but better a poor copy than no copy at all. It has everything you want in this kind of ' exotic ' film of the period, when the poor flocked to their local cinemas to see places that only the rich could afford to go to. And often the dream is better than the reality, and in films like this Hollywood excelled peddling such dreams for a low price of admission. Howard Duff and Zachary Scott add to the colour of gamblers doomed to eventual failure, and there is a very camp scene where de Carlo swims to safety with a tall blond hunk, and both sexes would have swooned at such an erotic scene of tropical paradise. Track it down. Unavailable to find on DVD ( prove me wrong ) it should be restored to its glorious, if garish colour, and the 1950's furniture is an antique dealer's dream in itself. A definite 8 for those who need trash cinema as well as cinematic classics. And Yvonne de Carlo was definitely a presence on screen to be fondly remembered or for those who cry, who's she ? to discover.
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