Youth must be served, but the service isn't very good in this lacklustre romantic comedy about a group of gobs who find the same girls in every port - their faithfully itinerant wives or fiancees. It is roughly - very roughly - a sequel to Where the Boys Are.
Youth must be served, but the service isn’t very good in this lacklustre romantic comedy about a group of gobs who find the same girls in every port – their faithfully itinerant wives or fiancees. It is roughly – very roughly – a sequel to Where the Boys Are.
Heroines of the story [by producer Laurence P. Bachmann] are a group of girls dubbed ‘seagulls’ because, like their namesake, they are perpetually following ships. The story dwells on four such couples and illustrates, haphazardly, their togetherness difficulties.
Problems of couple number one, a guileless singer (Connie Francis) and a radarman (Roger Perry) practicing to be a good husband by watching a blank radar screen and pretending it’s a television set, is the fact they’ve never consummated their marriage. The marital relationship of couple number two (Janis Paige and Ron Randell) is in jeopardy because he prefers the seafaring life and she wants him on dry land.
Couples number three and four are all mixed up. The two guys (Russ Tamblyn and Richard Long) are wolfish swabbies of the breed who seek a girl in every port and some port in every girl. But the lads get their signals crossed and Tamblyn winds up with the lass (Paula Prentiss) loosely affianced to Long, while Long gets collared by the gal (Dany Robin) intended for Tamblyn.