Blonde Fever (1944)

Director:

Richard Whorf

Writers:

Patricia Coleman, Ferenc Molnár (play)

Stars:

Philip Dorn, Mary Astor, Felix Bressart

Cast

Cast overview:
Philip Dorn	...	Peter Donay
Mary Astor	...	Delilah Donay
Felix Bressart	...	Johnny
Gloria Grahame	...	Sally Murfin
Marshall Thompson	...	Freddie Bilson
Curt Bois	...	Brillon
Elisabeth Risdon	...	Mrs. Talford
Arthur Walsh	...	Willie

Storyline

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Plot Keywords:

marriage | foreign language adaptation | based on play

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Genres:

Comedy | Drama

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Details

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Release Date:

5 December 1944 (USA)

Also Known As:

Blonda faran

Company Credits

Production Co:

Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer (MGM)

Technical Specs

Runtime:

69 min

Sound Mix:

Mono (Western Electric Sound System)

Color:

Black and White

Aspect Ratio:

1.37 : 1

Did You Know?

Trivia

Gloria Grahame's first film.

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Quotes

Freddie Bilson: Mr. Donay, you're a stinker.

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Soundtracks

"I Wonder What's Become of Sally"
(uncredited)
Music by Milton Ager
Lyrics by Jack Yellen
Played and sung by the band during breakfast

User Reviews

MGM Misfire

There may be a laugh or two buried somewhere in this leaden comedy, but the 70-minutes are now of interest mainly to fans of noir icon Gloria Grahame. Looks like someone tried to adapt sophisticated European comedy to the popular American screen, and it might have worked with a different male lead. Unfortunately, Dutch-born Phillip Dorn makes a very good Nazi but a very poor Cary Grant. His efforts at mugging or delivering romantic dialogue are almost painful to sit through, and bring down the whole effort. Nor does it help that director (Whorf) is a first- timer with no apparent feel for the challenging material. Youngsters Thompson and Grahame do provide lively relief, but are facing what is ultimately a brick wall. And poor Mary Astor, she deserves so much better, but is now apparently on the MGM downgrade. In fact, it's hard to believe this is an MGM production, with its two or three cheap-jack sets that more resemble Monogram than the so-called Tiffany of studios. My guess is that the production was slapped together to meet eager wartime demand for escapist entertainment. This one may fall flat, but at least there's Grahame's special brand of pouty-lipped vamping.