Rich Girl

Rich Girl, a synthetic piece of piffle about a wealthy young woman turned cocktail waitress and the wrong-side-of-the-tracks rebel rock star she falls for has the same relation to a real James Dean movie as Love Connection has to Romeo and Juliet. The only times the film even rises to the level of camp are during its unfathomably icky, pulse-pounding musical numbers, in which the beefcake hero (Don Michael Paul — why do I suspect he wasn’t born with that name?) screams out such power-schlock lyrics as, ”Love stops the hands of time/In the middle of a dream, we cross the line/Love stops the hands of time/We can last forever or at least tonight!” D-

Rich Girl
  • Movie
  • 96 minutes