This was one dumbass movie. It had no redeeming qualities. My only hope with a title as shallow as "We're Rich Again" was that the movie would be funny, and it failed miserably at that.
The Page family was going through financial straits. Things were so bad that a process server was camped out in their front yard waiting to serve Wilbur Page (Grant Mitchell) who was so spent that he dared not leave the house for fear of getting served. In the meantime his eldest daughter Carolyn (Joan Marsh) was preparing to marry a stiff named Bookington 'Bookie' Wells (Reginald Denny).
The whole house was put into a twitter when cousin Arabella arrived (Marion Nixon). She came through like a country bumpkin tornado with her southern accent, dumb ideas, and impositions. Once she hit the scene the movie was all about her, and you knew that underneath that idiot veneer that she was just smart enough to save the day.
And that's what happened.
She convinced Erp (Buster Crabbe), a silent swimmer who spent the entire movie shirtless and in swim trunks, to marry Victoria Page (Gloria Shea). As sudden, impulsive, and upsetting as such a marriage was, it turned out to be a Godsend because Erp was rich, which made it all good. And if you're wondering what kind of name is Erp, it's an acronym. It stands for Eragnous Rockwell Penington, but Victoria was too brainless to think of a better nickname than Erp.
Arabella also gave Wilbur, the patriarch, a stock tip that she overheard that was set to make Wilbur five times his money. At first it seemed like it was going to tank him further, but she made some simple suggestions to Bookie which was set to make the stock skyrocket.
As for Carolyn and Bookie's wedding, Arabella effectively busted that up. But that was OK because Carolyn realized she didn't want to marry him anyway, which made him available for Arabella to marry because, like I said, this was a dumbass movie.
This was one of those movies where the apparent well-intentioned imbecile isn't as bad or as dumb as she appears even if she is extremely irksome. I contend that Arabella was conniving even if she had some good intentions.
I say she was conniving because she was making moves--however subtle--on Bookington. It worked out for everyone in the end, but it was still sleazy disguised as innocence. It started when she took one of Carolyn's best and sexiest dresses. What cowpoke goes for a glamorous dress when she simply needed something different to wear? And who borrows any woman's clothes without asking? She then used her talkative country faux innocence to explain that "cousin Carolyn would just simply not mind because she wouldn't want me in the old rags I had on" or whatever she said to justify it.
After the clothes stealing, she occupied just about all of Bookington's time when that idiot should've been getting ready for his wedding. So, when Carolyn opted not to marry him, Arabella the southern succubus stepped right in.
Yeah, it was a movie with a happy ending for everyone except the viewer. It was shallow, stupid, and totally unsatisfying.
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The Page family was going through financial straits. Things were so bad that a process server was camped out in their front yard waiting to serve Wilbur Page (Grant Mitchell) who was so spent that he dared not leave the house for fear of getting served. In the meantime his eldest daughter Carolyn (Joan Marsh) was preparing to marry a stiff named Bookington 'Bookie' Wells (Reginald Denny).
The whole house was put into a twitter when cousin Arabella arrived (Marion Nixon). She came through like a country bumpkin tornado with her southern accent, dumb ideas, and impositions. Once she hit the scene the movie was all about her, and you knew that underneath that idiot veneer that she was just smart enough to save the day.
And that's what happened.
She convinced Erp (Buster Crabbe), a silent swimmer who spent the entire movie shirtless and in swim trunks, to marry Victoria Page (Gloria Shea). As sudden, impulsive, and upsetting as such a marriage was, it turned out to be a Godsend because Erp was rich, which made it all good. And if you're wondering what kind of name is Erp, it's an acronym. It stands for Eragnous Rockwell Penington, but Victoria was too brainless to think of a better nickname than Erp.
Arabella also gave Wilbur, the patriarch, a stock tip that she overheard that was set to make Wilbur five times his money. At first it seemed like it was going to tank him further, but she made some simple suggestions to Bookie which was set to make the stock skyrocket.
As for Carolyn and Bookie's wedding, Arabella effectively busted that up. But that was OK because Carolyn realized she didn't want to marry him anyway, which made him available for Arabella to marry because, like I said, this was a dumbass movie.
This was one of those movies where the apparent well-intentioned imbecile isn't as bad or as dumb as she appears even if she is extremely irksome. I contend that Arabella was conniving even if she had some good intentions.
I say she was conniving because she was making moves--however subtle--on Bookington. It worked out for everyone in the end, but it was still sleazy disguised as innocence. It started when she took one of Carolyn's best and sexiest dresses. What cowpoke goes for a glamorous dress when she simply needed something different to wear? And who borrows any woman's clothes without asking? She then used her talkative country faux innocence to explain that "cousin Carolyn would just simply not mind because she wouldn't want me in the old rags I had on" or whatever she said to justify it.
After the clothes stealing, she occupied just about all of Bookington's time when that idiot should've been getting ready for his wedding. So, when Carolyn opted not to marry him, Arabella the southern succubus stepped right in.
Yeah, it was a movie with a happy ending for everyone except the viewer. It was shallow, stupid, and totally unsatisfying.
Free on YouTube.