Joan Caulfield has written a best-selling book with the same title as the movie. We are told it proposes entirely new patterns for courtship and marriage. We are never told what those are. David Niven is a photographer from Life magazine who has to photograph and interview her. Of course they dislike each other. Of course they are going to fall in love by the end.
Too bad there's nothing in this movie that seems either real or funny. While Niven performs his comic turn in his usual plodding, unself-aware manner, Miss Caulfield does her comedy turn in a mild Joan Davis sort of way, and they don't strike sparks at all. They also have to deal with other wacky types, like Miss Caulfield's uncle, James Robertson Justice in an Irish accent. The comedy doesn't work, the romance doesn't work, and Frank Ross never worked as a director ever again, which seems wise to me.
Too bad there's nothing in this movie that seems either real or funny. While Niven performs his comic turn in his usual plodding, unself-aware manner, Miss Caulfield does her comedy turn in a mild Joan Davis sort of way, and they don't strike sparks at all. They also have to deal with other wacky types, like Miss Caulfield's uncle, James Robertson Justice in an Irish accent. The comedy doesn't work, the romance doesn't work, and Frank Ross never worked as a director ever again, which seems wise to me.