Tropic Zone

If you have a hard time seeing Ronald Reagan as a "banana expert" and Rhonda Fleming as a plantation mistress, you might have a hard time taking Tropic Zone seriously. You won't be the only one. This isn't a great movie. In fact, there really isn't anything about it that works. No one fits in with the exotic location - in reality, if everyone there lived on a South American island and worked in a banana plantation, they would be grimy and gritty. Rhonda's hair wouldn't be fresh from the salon, her shirts wouldn't be white and crisp, and Estelita Rodriguez wouldn't belly dance her way through a saloon without getting any male attention. She repeatedly throws herself at Ronnie (who wouldn't?) even though Noah Beery Jr. Is the one who really loves her. Ronnie repeatedly rebuffs her, even going so far as taking a cold plunge in the ocean rather than kiss her - because he's saving himself for Rhonda.

This really shouldn't have taken place at a banana plantation. It just didn't make any sense! It should have been on an American assembly line - or changed it to a wartime factory to give the audience some nostalgia. You're better off sticking with The Naked Jungle.