Three Coins in the Fountain was not a movie that cried out to be remade, so perhaps it was inevitable that The Pleasure Seekers would not exactly be a great work of art. Still, the film is undeniably fun, even if its contrivances get on the viewer's nerves after a while. Those looking for strong character development or motivation are well advised to look elsewhere; characters here are pretty much defined by what they wear and when they wear it, their motivation by why they wear it. Yet if one is going to make a movie as superficial as this, one could do worse than hire so attractive a cast. Of the girls (and in a movie like this, they are girls, not women) Pamela Tiffin displays only a bit of acting talent, but Carol Lynley actually has some nice moments and looks quite good. Only Ann-Margret, however, really gets the chance to show her stuff, and she practically tears up the place. The material may not be much, but she gives it her all, especially in the title track. Outfitted in a tight, ruffled pink flamenco dress, she stomps and slithers her way through the absurd lyrics and somehow makes them seem witty. The men do not fare quite as well as the women (which is typical in this sub-genre of movie), but Brian Keith has some good moments, and Anthony Franciosa's only real problem is his accent. Totally inconsequential, Pleasure Seekers still brings forth its share of smiles.