Here’s the trailer for the original, which starred Yves Montand.
Maybe he was trying mighty hard to look like Gary Cooper.
As an aside, let me say that Some Like It Hot was (and perhaps remains) well-known and popular inside Russia under the title In Jazz, There Are Only Girls, In his autobiography, Tony Curtis tells how it was warmly received by Soviet audiences in the early '60s, and how the final line (“Nobody’s perfect.”) always brought the house down,
This film was a big favorite of my father’s. I saw the restored version of the original when it was released (with some sections of dialogue run over stills or black background, where they had the dialogue track, but had lost the original scenes). It’s an impressive film, beautifully shot, but with time the tinges of racism start to show – this :Shamballa"-like Shangri-la is run by a truly ancient Belgian priest? And when he’s dying they need to go to a lot of trouble to bring in a very western humanitarian to take his place? And it’s all well and good that the various characters who were on the plane learn the Joys of the Simple Life and make themselves useful, but I can’t help noticing that it’s the native Asian people ho are doing all the heavy lifting while the Europeans get to live in the Big Open House with the huge staircases, and ride horses.
the musical remake was an attempt by the studio to try to revive The Movie Musicals, with the crack writing team of Burt Bachrach and Hal David providing the pop music. But it was, IK think, a misdirected effort. Mad magazine’s parody aptly skewered the movies flaws, including the inane songs (“The World is a Rhombus without a Circumference and Nobody knows what this Simile means…”). We still get the Europeans in Charge, with the added attraction of John Gielgud in yellowface. And the Ronald Colman character asks the expiring priest “Why do you want me in charge when Chang has been working here all these years?” Why, indeed?
Oh, yeah – the thing that really spoiled the Capra version for me wasn’t its dated nature or the Eurocentrism, but a stupid little thing that Capra added on to the beginning. To explain the premise of the film to the audience at the very start (As the sergeant is supposed to have said, “First I tells them what I’m going to say, then I tells them, then I tells them what I said.” You can’t take the chance that the audience will miss the message) Capra has a note
In these days of wars and rumors of wars - haven’t you ever dreamed of a place where there was peace and security, where living was not a struggle but a lasting delight? / Of course you have. So has every man since time began. Always the same dream. Sometimes he calls it Utopia - Sometimes the Fountain of Youth - Sometimes merely “that little chicken farm.” / One man had such a dream and saw it come true.
Well, that killed it for me. Comparing Shangri-la to a Chicken Farm. Because my memories of chicken farms was of driving past large breeding grounds in the summer on our way to the Jersey Shore, vast hives overflowing with chicken shit festering malodorously in the summer sun. After that I couldn’t dissociate the image (and smell) from the premise.
Super duper! 
I blame that film for breaking up Bacharach and David’s long-time partnership. They ended up suing each other (and Dionne Warwick also got dragged into the lawsuits somehow). A sad end to what had been one of the most successful musical collaborations of that era.