Memorable, crazy movie

It isn't all that great, actually. Really cheesy and very predicable of how certain scenes are gonna turn play out. However, I guess that's the charm of it all, because I would consider this one of my guilty pleasures.

Clever and entertaining enough to recommend even to members of the 1%

If you're interested in the topic at hand, you should just watch it and judge yourself because the reviews have gone very biased by people that didn't even watch it and just hate (or love) the creator. I liked it, it was well written, narrated, and directed and it was about a topic that interests me.

This follow-up to the popular "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes" was such a box-office flop that it was never even released on video! In some ways it is equal to the first film: it's a good-looking production, with two beautiful female leads, bland male leads, and no plot to speak of. In some ways, it is inferior: the songs are instantly forgettable, and Jane Russell is miscast in the Marilyn Monroe role - she also has a very unflattering haircut in this movie (although she does shine in a surprise role - which I won't spoil here - in the last 5 minutes). And in some ways, it is superior: unlike the first film, which was almost completely studio-bound, this one has the actors actually visiting wonderful Paris and Monte Carlo locations; it's not every day a movie takes you up on the Eiffel Tower! So I do think "Gentlemen Marry Brunettes" is worth a look - if you can find it. **1/2 out of 4.

Hoped-for wide-screen follow-up to "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes," starring one of its stars, but it lacks the backing of a big studio, and how it shows. Jane Russell's the more Lorelei-like of the pair in this one, and she looks uncomfortable playing a ditz. Her fellow showgirl, a dubbed Jeanne Crain, is uninteresting, and the flaccid dialogue furnished her by Mary Loos is only part of the problem. The gals rush off to Paris, where they're wooed by broke agent Scott Brady and his seemingly broke pal Alan Young, and counseled by no less than Rudy Vallee playing himself, uneasily. He tells the gals about their elders, who were the wow of Paris 30 years ago, permitting several 1920s flashback production numbers. Having United Artists instead of 20th Century Fox behind this makes a difference, as does replacing a director of Howard Hawks's caliber with Richard Sale. And the score is mostly Rodgers and Hart standards, with only one new song. But hey, the Paris locations are lovely, the wardrobe screams 1955, and the lack of discipline can be fun. Where else will you see a production number built around "Ain't Misbehavin'", featuring Alan Young in a gorilla suit and a cannibal chorus? Some truly terrible ideas in this one, and some bad casting. And I had a very good time.

Miserable film despite the vivacious leads of Jane Russell and Jeanne Crain. The plot or story line is absolutely ridiculous where 2 sisters go off to Paris and meet Rudy Vallee who reminds us all that their aunts, who had no talent whatsoever, conquered gay Paris circa 1926.Some of the musical staging such as Ain't Misbehavin are absolutely miserably staged.Scott Brady is totally miscast as the agent who sent for the girls. In the film, Jane Russell can't say no when a guy proposes to her. How did she ever say yes to being in such a poorly written, executed film?Imagine Brady mouthing the words to My Funny Valentine as Russell sings along. This reminded me years ago when Victor Mature starred opposite Bette Hutton in "Red, Hot and Blue." Nothing like miscasting, but it's even worse when the picture is such a stinker. If anything, this film is a red hot stinker.

The "Ain't Misbehavin'" number is so bad its almost good. Dancing African spearchuckers played by white guys in purplish black body paint with red fright wigs with bones in their hair carrying zebra shields. Got the picture? No you don't, not yet. Alan Young in a monkey suit sitting in a tree singing "Ain't Misbehavin" for no discernible reason. Jane Russell dressed up as an African queen sings the second chorus as a duet with the monkey man (again for no logical reason, is she in love with a gorilla?) while the dancing "Africans" sing along in unmistably WHITE voices! Oh man its so bad you won't know whether to laugh, cry or run out of the room screaming.