This movie has a half-dozen fine actors who, in other movies, have given great performances. And in this movie, they do their best. But there is no talent at the helm, either in the director or the script writer, so despite the actors' best efforts, this movie is pretty bad.
The dialogue in a movie derived from a Philip Barry play should be scintillating. Believe me, that's not the case here.
And yet, there was so much potential. There's a scene between the gold-digger wife (a thankless role played very well by the breathtakingly-beautiful Alexis Smith) and Ann Sheridan, who in *The Man who Came to Dinner* had shown that she could deliver clever, biting dialogue with the best of them. But the scene goes nowhere.
There is Reginald Gardner, who has been so devastatingly funny in other movies. He's given nothing funny to work with here.
There is Dennis Morgan and Jack Carson, a great comedy duo. They don't have any good material here either.
And Jane Wyman is completely wasted.
In short, this movie is a waste of film and, if you watch it, your time.
The dialogue in a movie derived from a Philip Barry play should be scintillating. Believe me, that's not the case here.
And yet, there was so much potential. There's a scene between the gold-digger wife (a thankless role played very well by the breathtakingly-beautiful Alexis Smith) and Ann Sheridan, who in *The Man who Came to Dinner* had shown that she could deliver clever, biting dialogue with the best of them. But the scene goes nowhere.
There is Reginald Gardner, who has been so devastatingly funny in other movies. He's given nothing funny to work with here.
There is Dennis Morgan and Jack Carson, a great comedy duo. They don't have any good material here either.
And Jane Wyman is completely wasted.
In short, this movie is a waste of film and, if you watch it, your time.