Love Has Many Faces (1965)

When the body of a beach boy is washed ashore on an Acapulco beach, an investigation ensues to determine whether it was suicide or murder. But his death turns an ugly light to the "jet set" scene where wealthy Americans engage in what one character refers to as "nothing illegal, just immoral" games. This sudser reeks of glamour what with a poor, over tanned Lana Turner suffering in her luxurious Acapulco beach house (and what a house!) in her Edith Head wardrobe while downing cocktails while her ex-beach boy husband (Cliff Robertson) dallies with Stefanie Powers. But the film never delivers what it promises ... nothing happens. It's doubtful even a Sirk or a Minnelli could whip up a souffle out of this cheese. Most hideous is an oily, leathery Hugh O'Brian as a beach boy -senior division - who's so repugnant you cringe every time he touches Turner. It's not that he's so unattractive but so bland (it's obvious why he never became a star) that one finds it unbelievable that even the most hard up matron would cough up bucks for him. Still, Acapulco never looked so inviting under Joseph Ruttenberg's lensing. Directed by Alexander Singer with a forgettable score by the normally reliable David Raksin (LAURA), Nancy Wilson sings the theme song. With Ruth Roman and Virginia Grey as two older wealthy women on the prowl for young beach boys and Ron Husmann as the only one in the film with a conscience.