... because Fox did the same with the "multiple girls looking for love/millionaires in a foreign country" bit. There was "Ladies In Love" (1936) set in Budapest, a long pause caused by WWII and the lack of safe countries in which to find a millionaire, then this film set in New York because the world was still a bit of a jumble, then "Three Coins in The Fountain (1954) set in Rome.
In case you haven't seen the others, three girls pool their resources to rent a penthouse apartment in - this case - Manhattan with the hope of marrying millionaires.
The only storyline I really care is for Marilyn Monroe and David Wayne. They make her ridiculous, Mr. Magoo-level blind, to the point where you wonder how she didn't wander into traffic or fall down a manhole five years ago, but there is a scene on the plane that is priceless involving this joke. William Powell brings quiet dignity to a non-comic role in a comedy. I would have rather seen Lauren Bacall end up with him, frankly. The bit that goes on the ENTIRE movie where we know Cameron Mitchell is loaded, and Bacall doesn't find out until the last 15 seconds, ugh. I mean, I know it's to prove that she's capable of falling in love regardless of the guy's financial status, but it's a thin joke to carry on that long. And Betty Grable's character, frankly, it's just hard to believe anyone could be THAT stupid, mistaking what Fred Clark means when he says he wants to take her to his lodge in Maine and mistaking what Rory Calhoun means when he says all that land "is mine". And I know they wanted to wow everyone with the Cinemascope shot that shows the whole orchestra at once, but opening a screwball comedy with a six-minute static shot of an orchestra playing a downbeat piece totally kills the momentum before the story even starts. In the theater, I guess this is when people were still getting popcorn. At home, it's unwatchable.
In case you haven't seen the others, three girls pool their resources to rent a penthouse apartment in - this case - Manhattan with the hope of marrying millionaires.
The only storyline I really care is for Marilyn Monroe and David Wayne. They make her ridiculous, Mr. Magoo-level blind, to the point where you wonder how she didn't wander into traffic or fall down a manhole five years ago, but there is a scene on the plane that is priceless involving this joke. William Powell brings quiet dignity to a non-comic role in a comedy. I would have rather seen Lauren Bacall end up with him, frankly. The bit that goes on the ENTIRE movie where we know Cameron Mitchell is loaded, and Bacall doesn't find out until the last 15 seconds, ugh. I mean, I know it's to prove that she's capable of falling in love regardless of the guy's financial status, but it's a thin joke to carry on that long. And Betty Grable's character, frankly, it's just hard to believe anyone could be THAT stupid, mistaking what Fred Clark means when he says he wants to take her to his lodge in Maine and mistaking what Rory Calhoun means when he says all that land "is mine". And I know they wanted to wow everyone with the Cinemascope shot that shows the whole orchestra at once, but opening a screwball comedy with a six-minute static shot of an orchestra playing a downbeat piece totally kills the momentum before the story even starts. In the theater, I guess this is when people were still getting popcorn. At home, it's unwatchable.