Saturday Island (1952)

When their ship is sunk from under them during WWII, "Dr. Smythe" (Linda Darnell) is washed ashore with only the hunky "Dugan" (Tab Hunter) for company. Now clearly she must have clunked her head along the way for she appears completely impervious to his scantily clad, boyish, good looks and charms, and to the fact that he quickly manages to construct a civilisation for them that is just - with war raging all around them - idyllic. Anyway, she is particularly pig-headed until he rescues her from a shark (a sort of holographic affair that is quite clearly never anywhere near the water at the same time as Hunter) and things might just start to thaw. At this, stage, though - enter Donald Gray's sophisticated "Peck", whom they rescue from the burning wreckage of his plane and soon poor old "Dugan" has a rival. Now it has to be said, Hunter is not a good actor and there is precisely no chemistry at all as this thunderingly slow romance ebbs and flows, but he is very easy on the eye and this film is clearly only intended as a post-war feel good film that showcases beautiful people delivering a "Blue Lagoon" style story that is there to admire rather than to evaluate. The story is weak, the dialogue is twee and the ending - well that's just plain daft, in an heroic sort of fashion. Enjoy the eye-candy all round and you won't be disappointed. Look for anything more substantial and you're wasting your time!