Il mio uomo

Don't read the online synopsis of My Man and I; it's inaccurate and will have you waiting for an event than never happens. Instead, just go into it knowing it stars Ricardo Montalban as a Mexican-American who gets some bad breaks. He's an extremely hard worker, has a constant positive attitude, and keeps a letter from the President, congratulating him on his recent citizenship, as his most prized possession. He's also pretty cute, so it's no wonder Claire Trevor makes a play for him even though her mean husband (Wendell Corey, who else?) has hired Ricardo for some farm work. An affair would get both of them in enormous trouble, so it's a good think he (almost literally) kicks her out of bed. He's drawn, instead, to Shelley Winters, a depressive alcoholic who keeps pushing him away. His charm wins her over eventually, but she's no good. Can she give up her tramp-y ways for a handsome, upstanding citizen?

I'd definitely recommend this obscure romantic drama, if only to respect its daring storyline at the time. Ricardo has two blondes fighting over a place in his bed, and in one scene, when he plants a big kiss on Shelley, she moans - what happened to the Production Code? There are some clever cuts away from the couple's smooches, like following his hat as it rolls across the floor, but I can't help but wonder if the studio thought those camera angles were necessary because audiences weren't ready for interracial kisses. In any case, this movie tried to make audiences ready, and even though it didn't do well at the box office at the time, we can still appreciate him - I mean the movie - now that the romance is no longer a big deal.