For those, if any, who have wondered why so many Paramount contractees appeared in United Artists' films during the war years, this is another one of the Paramount productions that was sold... See full summary »
For those, if any, who have wondered why so many Paramount contractees appeared in United Artists' films during the war years, this is another one of the Paramount productions that was sold to United Artists in the early-40's when U.A. was having trouble meeting their exhibitor contracts because of lack of product, mainly due to their loss of production in England. A group of starving, but young and willing, actors band together to share finances and an apartment. Norman Reese (William Holden) orders no love nonsense between the boys and girls till they are set on broadway, but Marge Benson (Barbara Britton) and Tony Dennison (James Beown) are already secretly married. A friend drops in to see Dottie Coburn (Martha O'Driscoll) and is shocked to find the boys and girls sharing the same apartment and insists it is her duty to inform Dottie's father (Jay Fassett.) Since Dottie is the only one with any money, the boys hurriedly pack their belongings and leave until after Mr. Coburn's ... Written by
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"I'm living here incognito." ... "I'll have you know this is a respectable house!"
Francis Swann's play "Out of the Frying Pan" becomes manic, cringe-inducing screwball comedy, completed in 1941, featuring William Holden and Susan Hayward in early career roles. Robert Benchley gives the witless proceedings a little kick portraying a theatrical producer who rents a room in a New York City boarding house under an alias, but is soon discovered by six would-be actors (guys and gals living together!) who share the apartment upstairs. Hayward, already possessing a distinct spark and a keen awareness of herself as a screen personality, shows up all the other young people in the cast, Holden included. Sub-plot about the ditzy blonde roommate whose father wants to take her home to Rhode Island is agonizingly unfunny, matched only by Florence MacMichael's grating performance as a helium-voiced relative of the girl who's anxious to put the kibosh on the male-female arrangement. One or two funny lines in the first act, otherwise a creaking, wheezing bore. * from ****
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