Poor Dino. First time out solo, he slipped a preposterous script, tuneless songs and a supporting cast with far more talent that notariety. Who's going to believe a worldly 30-something millionaire would fall for an immature little nobody their first night together? Had they mad Dean Martin the pilot and Dewey Martin the copilot, and made the story a case of mistaken identity (with a walk-on Cary Grant or Gregory Peck as the "real" Ray Hunter), the producers of "Ten Thousand Bedrooms" might have made something out of this bit of froth. Dino got the blame, but the real fault lies with the script, complete lack of fresh, memorable music (Dean sings the SAME love song to two different women) and listless direction from hack director Richard ("Closeup? What's a closeup?") Thorpe. Dean and Walter Slezak are really about the only entertaining elements of the movie, besides beautiful Italian scenery.
I give "Ten Thousand Bedrooms" a "5".
I give "Ten Thousand Bedrooms" a "5".