Imagine to return home after the war with little memory of your last days and all of a sudden find that you had a wife and child that you didn't know you had. That is the theme of this sweet, if preposterous comedy, where the wife dies and the child's nurse arrives with the kid and in order to make sure the child whom she has grown to love gets a home pretends to be the dead wife. Sound unbelievable beyond belief? My first thoughts exactly, and while the screenplay may slight on reality, it doesn't slight on entertainment. Franchot Tone is a bit long in the tooth to be believable as a World War II hero (after all, he was acting in glossy MGM soaps of the early '30's) but there you have it, and he runs with it in spite of that. He's engaged to the bitchy Frances Rafferty, and a friendly rival (Tom Conway) goes after the fake wife (Ann Richards) in attempts to create more of a romantic quadrangle which you know instantly what the outcome will be.
Some great comic supporting players (Clarence Kolb and Una O'Connor) round out the cast, and Winston Severn is adorable as the young son. There's all sorts of comical confusion as Richards arrives at the hotel just as Tone is celebrating his upcoming wedding to the shrill Rafferty, and all sorts of chaos ensues as the press moves in for the kill. This is the type of film where you must suspend all disbelief and just accept it for what it is, post-war comic entertainment of a softer screwball nature. Considering that the post-war years of Hollywood had little to offer in the way of comedy (both on screen and behind the scenes), this is a nice little distraction in the historical sense. Joseph Fields, a very talented writer of some of the best comedies of the 1940's and 50's, came up with this sweet concoction, and if it ain't no "My Sister Eileen", its certainly better than a lot of the comic misfires Hollywood threw at audiences of the time.
Some great comic supporting players (Clarence Kolb and Una O'Connor) round out the cast, and Winston Severn is adorable as the young son. There's all sorts of comical confusion as Richards arrives at the hotel just as Tone is celebrating his upcoming wedding to the shrill Rafferty, and all sorts of chaos ensues as the press moves in for the kill. This is the type of film where you must suspend all disbelief and just accept it for what it is, post-war comic entertainment of a softer screwball nature. Considering that the post-war years of Hollywood had little to offer in the way of comedy (both on screen and behind the scenes), this is a nice little distraction in the historical sense. Joseph Fields, a very talented writer of some of the best comedies of the 1940's and 50's, came up with this sweet concoction, and if it ain't no "My Sister Eileen", its certainly better than a lot of the comic misfires Hollywood threw at audiences of the time.