This stylized pic has Sophia Loren at her most radiant, wearing a series of stunning Balmain gowns. George Bernard Shaw’s Shavianisms on morality, riches and human relationship retain much of their edge, though nudged into a practical screenplay by Wolf Mankowitz.
Anthony Asquith’s direction often is slow, but he breaks up the pic with enough hilarious situations to keep the film from getting tedious. A major fault is that the cutting of the film, which is mainly episodic, but against this, there is handsome artwork and the relish with which Jack Hildyard has brought his camera to work on them.
Briefly, the yarn concerns a beautiful, spoiled young heiress who has all the money in the world but can’t find love. Her eccentric deceased old man has stipulated that she mustn’t marry unless the man of her choice can turn $1,400 into $42,000 within three months. She cheats. Her first marriage flops, she contemplates suicide and then sets her cap for a dedicated, destitute Indian doctor runing a poor man’s clinic. He’s attracted to her, but scared of her money and power.
Loren is a constant stimulation. She catches many moods. Sellers plays the doctor straight, apart from an offbeat accent, but he still manages to bring in some typical comedy touches.