... and not for much else! This strange offering looks to have been costly, with many lengthy songs, a fine Hawaiian band, and some visual effects, too. The story involves rich folks turned poor but not giving up because they become service workers. A sight gag of Dad searching for his keys while standing next to an expensive car, only to pan out to reveal he's parked his and his wife's and daughter's bicycles in a city parking lot, is funny enough. The plot involves these formerly rich going on a South Seas cruise on the eponymous yacht with some friends in the same circumstances; each relationship is reversed, because the new rich are their former employees. On board, newly rich Tom Kennedy (poetry spouting Gahagan in the Torchy Blane series) cavorts with his "niece," double entendre intended, and Ned Sparks "gets the girl" in the climax, surely a rarity in all his appearances.
Once on a tropic isle that Captain Sparks runs them aground on, everyone's wardrobe, rich and poor alike, gets nearly shredded or stolen by the natives going through luggage and we see more flabby middle aged actors, although they are mixed in with nubile "nieces". The natives have machine guns and a chilling moment arrives when the passengers stage a riot because they've been forced to work, only to have machine guns pointed down at them from a stockade. I felt their panic and thus for one moment the movie moved me, so to speak.
The leads both named Sidney absolutely stank and I couldn't believe anything they said or did. It was just weird, because I expected to sympathize a little with them or at least be entertained by them. The mad queen Boland failed to amuse, too. The three stars are for Kennedy and the Hawaiian band.
Once on a tropic isle that Captain Sparks runs them aground on, everyone's wardrobe, rich and poor alike, gets nearly shredded or stolen by the natives going through luggage and we see more flabby middle aged actors, although they are mixed in with nubile "nieces". The natives have machine guns and a chilling moment arrives when the passengers stage a riot because they've been forced to work, only to have machine guns pointed down at them from a stockade. I felt their panic and thus for one moment the movie moved me, so to speak.
The leads both named Sidney absolutely stank and I couldn't believe anything they said or did. It was just weird, because I expected to sympathize a little with them or at least be entertained by them. The mad queen Boland failed to amuse, too. The three stars are for Kennedy and the Hawaiian band.