Lana Turner, young and nubile, is a soda jerk who is fed up with her job. When she whimsically demonstrates how undemanding her work is, she prepared banana splits and chocolate sodas wearing a blindfold. Everyone in the store applauds, except her boss, manager Robert Young, who fires her.
Turner decides to leave the hick town in the Hudson Valley, move to New York City, and begin a new life as -- well, as somebody else. She spends all her money constructing her new identity. She sheds her name, her cheerless garments, and her brunette hair, which was actually rather attractive. That is, when she spun around and her comely do flared I could feel my toes tingle slightly.
Alas, she leaves Bunkum Falls without telling anyone, and the note of departure she sends to her friend behind the counter is misinterpreted as a suicide note. Young, learning of this, believes he was responsible for her death and is filled with remorse,.
Meanwhile, down in New York, now virtually broke and without any ID, Turner is hit on the head and knocked out by a falling paint can while passing a boutique. That's right. A falling paint can. The proprietor, Eugene Palette, is terrified that this well-dressed and expensively groomed woman, obviously some kind of socialite, will sue the pants off his company.
When Turner comes too, stretched out on a lounge in Palette's office, she quickly sizes up the situation and pretends to be amnesic. Somehow, Palette and his worried staff, conclude that she's the long lost daughter of the curmudgeon of a tycoon played by Walter Brennan. He's suspicious. Too many young girls have tried to claim the title of princess before, but by using her wits in an interior monologue, she manages to catch the brass ring.
Then she accidentally bumps into Robert Young, who gawks at her new, glossier presence, and can't decide whether she's really pitiful little Peggy Evans or the glossy patrician he's now stalking. Confusion ensues, followed by happiness.
It's hard to tell how original the story is. There were at the time rumors that Anastasia, the daughter of the murdered Czar of All the Russias, had somehow managed to escape the slaughter and was now traveling incognito. That may have been one inspiration. Another might have been the success of Preston Sturges' "The Lady Eve," a few years earlier, which used some of the same players.
It's amusing without being exceptional, and Lana Turner is very attractive indeed, her little-girl voice notwithstanding. You probably won't regret watching it.
Turner decides to leave the hick town in the Hudson Valley, move to New York City, and begin a new life as -- well, as somebody else. She spends all her money constructing her new identity. She sheds her name, her cheerless garments, and her brunette hair, which was actually rather attractive. That is, when she spun around and her comely do flared I could feel my toes tingle slightly.
Alas, she leaves Bunkum Falls without telling anyone, and the note of departure she sends to her friend behind the counter is misinterpreted as a suicide note. Young, learning of this, believes he was responsible for her death and is filled with remorse,.
Meanwhile, down in New York, now virtually broke and without any ID, Turner is hit on the head and knocked out by a falling paint can while passing a boutique. That's right. A falling paint can. The proprietor, Eugene Palette, is terrified that this well-dressed and expensively groomed woman, obviously some kind of socialite, will sue the pants off his company.
When Turner comes too, stretched out on a lounge in Palette's office, she quickly sizes up the situation and pretends to be amnesic. Somehow, Palette and his worried staff, conclude that she's the long lost daughter of the curmudgeon of a tycoon played by Walter Brennan. He's suspicious. Too many young girls have tried to claim the title of princess before, but by using her wits in an interior monologue, she manages to catch the brass ring.
Then she accidentally bumps into Robert Young, who gawks at her new, glossier presence, and can't decide whether she's really pitiful little Peggy Evans or the glossy patrician he's now stalking. Confusion ensues, followed by happiness.
It's hard to tell how original the story is. There were at the time rumors that Anastasia, the daughter of the murdered Czar of All the Russias, had somehow managed to escape the slaughter and was now traveling incognito. That may have been one inspiration. Another might have been the success of Preston Sturges' "The Lady Eve," a few years earlier, which used some of the same players.
It's amusing without being exceptional, and Lana Turner is very attractive indeed, her little-girl voice notwithstanding. You probably won't regret watching it.