The Girl Who Had Everything isn't exactly a "nothing" film -- but it's a pretty big disappointment given the talent of the cast involved. The prime culprit here is Art Cohn, whose tired, cliché-ridden script is a chore to sit through. Cohn seems to have attacked the project as if all that was needed for a screenplay was a plot, failing to provide anything in the way of originality, wit, imagination or character development. Still, screenplays of comparable quality have provided the basis for better movies, thanks to the sterling efforts of their directors. Unfortunately, Girl's Richard Thorpe fails to rise to anywhere near the occasion, providing direction that is the very definition of routine. The cast tries hard, and they do manage to give the film its few high points. Elizabeth Taylor is gorgeous, set off to good advantage by Helen Rose's fashions. Fernando Lamas is equally easy on the eyes, and the two do have a chemistry, making the poolside scene especially hot. But they cannot overcome the limitations of the material, something that only William Powell is able to do -- and even he does so only occasionally. Andre Previn's score is lush but overwhelming and intrusive and the film has that dependable '50s MGM look going for it, but overall, Girl is a letdown.