I see most folks don't like this film, but as an American in Asia - I can truly related to this story.

Back when romances needed little more than exotic locales, swooning violins in the music score and William Holden's cleanly shaved oil barrel torso. If you're one of those peacenik types you can throw in some cross-cultural understanding and get a load of Oscar nominations as a bonus. The kindest evaluation of a film like this necessitates putting it in the context of its era because by any modern standard it's painfully insipid.