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.

Rhonda Fleming's banana farm is going broke slowly until expert Ronald Reagan arrives, fleeing from another Mesoamerican country where he backed the wrong government. He starts fixing all the things wrong on the plantation, but local banana factor John Wengraf wants to drive her bankrupt, and all the other farmers. Meanwhile, local entertainer Estelita, who mostly dresses in costumes that wouldn't be out of place at the Copacabana night club, were they a. Little less risque, wants Reagan for non-banana purposes, which has pal Noah Beery Jr. Very sad.

It's the third pairing of Reagan and Miss Fleming, and it's in a production of the Dollar Bills, Pine and Thomas. But this is no B production, it's very expensive-looking, with bright Technicolor spread out over four Paramount stages. Lewis Foster wrote the script from a novel by Tom Gill, and directed.

However mediocre the film is ( and this is truly mediocre ) Rhonda Fleming shines. Her voice is good, and her eyes are always paying attention to the actors around her. We would not have agreed on many issues, but somehow I sensed generosity would not have spoiled a genuine openness of opinion. Now for the film. The technicolour is excellent, but sadly the Caribbean setting is all studio, and at the end of certain scenes I am convinced I saw them leave to an adjacent set. In one delirious scene Fleming walks out of the sea bone dry with a backdrop of waves behind her. There is in my opinion no chemistry between her with Ronald Reagan, a political escapee who helps her out with her banana plantation problems. Estelita Rodriguez adds zest to the film, and the song numbers are bearable. But if you like Fleming as an actor the film is good while she is on screen. As for the plot it is boring, predictable, and has a certain amount of male fighting to stop the audience getting restless.

This is the umpteenth version of the gorgeous damsel in distress(Fleming) whose valuable banana plantation is coveted by a villain .But fortunately a raider (Reagan)comes to her rescue. This is conventional to a fault,a weak adventure story padded out with a lot of exotic dances ,all performed by a brunette who's "crazy about" the hero and thus is jealous of Fleming.

The most banana film ever made; when I remind this film, the first image I have is bananas.... Even more than the flaming presence of Rhonda Fleming, on eof the two Paramount Pictures "home" bunnies for this kind of colorful adventure yarns of this period. This is also a typical Paramount adventure film, directed by the specialist Lewis R Foster and it could have been made by Edward Ludwig or even Jerry Hopper. A little feature full of charm, forget the plot. Just enjoy Rhonda Fleming, as exquisite as a banana split. Not the best of the director, not CROSSWINDS for instance. At the same scale as JAMAICA RUN or FLAME OF THE ISLANDS.