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sometime.’
    ‘I’ll watch too and provide half-hourly disclaimers about why you don’t need a rich husband these days,’ Alexa adds. ‘My favourite line? Getting married. It’s the biggest thing you can do in life! Or at least it’s something like that. Should I giggle now, or save it for later? You know, when a guy’s around.’
    ‘You know, you’re so much fun ,’ I tell her. ‘Don’t forget to bring the popcorn with your disclaimers.’
    But Nat doesn’t say anything. She’s busy stirring her iced water. ‘So, are there three guys in the movie? Like, cute guys that live upstairs?’
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    How to Marry a Millionaire
    Um, hello? Marilyn Monroe, Betty Grable and Lauren Bacall. I should just end my review right now, because those three names pretty much say it all. I won’t, though, because I have to convince you this is a film you need to watch.
    Three models, Shatze (Lauren Bacall), Loco (Betty Grable) and Pola (Marilyn Monroe) – love those names – rent a posh apartment they really can’t afford in Manhattan in the hope of attracting rich husbands. Shatze’s the brains behind the scheme, Loco’s the resident dumb blonde and Pola’s both so dumb and so vain she won’t wear her glasses, even though she’s as blind as a bat (which gets her into all kinds of dating trouble).
    Within about five minutes the girls have run out of money and have to start selling the rented apartment’s furniture to get by. It’s about this time that they realise they’d better act on husband-hunting season – and fast. Of course, things don’t go to plan and the girls find they’re only truly interested in the wrong kind of men. But everything works itself out in the end. The girls’ hearts win out over their heads and all three marry for love, not money.
    Not as funny a film as Gentlemen Prefer Blondes or The Seven Year Itch , but still a good laugh and definitely worthwatching, especially for the outfits the models get about in. Who knew that models used to be allowed to eat and still got work when they had busts and backsides covering their bones? Ha!
    I give itout of five stars.
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    Not even looking at Alexa, I point my finger at her. ‘Before you groan one more time, this is a no-groaning vacation. Honolulu is a groan-free zone.’
    ‘Good.’ Nat rolls her eyes. ‘I was getting sick of the groaning. So, are there?’
    ‘Well, they’re not exactly upstairs, but there are three cute guys in the movie. One for each of the girls.’
    I watch as Nat sits quietly for a second, then she nods, almost to herself. ‘Hmmm,’ she says thoughtfully, ‘sounds like the kind of movie a girl like me should see.’
    ‘Yeah,’ I say back. And I think I sound just as spacey as she does. Because the weird thing is, I’ve just remembered something funny. That whole using my head instead of my heart thing that I’ve been harping on about lately? I think that may have actually come from How to Marry a Millionaire itself.

‘Okay, okay, you’ve convinced me. What we all need is a little romance, Hawaiian style.’ Nat has worn me down on the twenty-step trip back to the apartment from Duke’s.
    ‘Good. The guys upstairs’ll do just fine.’
    Beside me, Alexa snorts. ‘Nice to know you’re not picky.’
    Nat shrugs and smiles. Honestly, that girl just doesn’t give up. Still, I can’t help but think that maybe there’s more than a little something in her suggestion. Being in Hawaii is kind of infectious. You smile just walking down the street. The heat and the sweet breeze make you feel lazy and like you want to shed your old dusty skin from home – shake all your cares away. Maybe even I could be up for a bit of romance Hawaiian style, despite the recentBen/Ned/Justin trials. And there’s no denying that Upstairs Jason was kind of cute. Not my type, like I said – I meant that. He really isn’t. But maybe for Alexa? So who knows what’ll happen. Plus, we’re only here for ten days. You can’t get hurt