Susan Slept Here (1954)Comedy about a struggling Hollywood scriptwriter who, one Christmas Eve, receives a very unexpected present - juvenile delinquent Debbie Reynolds. Director:Frank Tashlin |
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Susan Slept Here (1954)Comedy about a struggling Hollywood scriptwriter who, one Christmas Eve, receives a very unexpected present - juvenile delinquent Debbie Reynolds. Director:Frank Tashlin |
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| Dick Powell | ... |
Mark Christopher
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Susan Beaurgard Landis
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| Anne Francis | ... |
Isabella Alexander
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Glenda Farrell | ... |
Maude Snodgrass
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Alvy Moore | ... |
Virgil, Mark's Gofer
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Horace McMahon | ... |
Sergeant Monty Maizel
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Herb Vigran | ... |
Sergeant Sam Hanlon
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| Les Tremayne | ... |
Harvey Butterworth, Mark's Lawyer
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Mara Lane | ... |
Marilyn, Mark's Neighbor
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Rita Johnson | ... |
Dr. Rawley, Harvey's Shrink
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Georgette, Mark's Maid
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Comedy about a struggling Hollywood scriptwriter (Dick Powell) who, one Christmas Eve, receives a very unexpected present - juvenile delinquant Debbie Reynolds. Written by Jonathan Broxton <j.w.broxton@sheffield.ac.uk>
This bright and witty and utterly bizarre bedroom farce may be the funniest movie ever made about statutory rape, and thanks to director Tashlin (famous for his groundbreaking animation work at Warner and Disney, and later for the best Jerry Lewis comedies like CINDERFELLA and THE GEISHA BOY), it holds up as one of the earliest examples of a successful live-action cartoon. This most odd take on the 50s juvenile delinquent phenomenon boasts brilliant comic timing, rapid-fire dialog and eccentric, even idiotic characters. Even heroes Powell and Reynolds keep tripping over their own egos in the service of this ultra-hip battle of the sexes. Powell is a pathetic caricature of a swinging Hollywood bachelor, and Reynolds is a manic, twisted tomboy, as alluring as she is goofy. Also great are Glenda Farrell as an alcoholic spinster, and Alvy Moore as a sexually ambiguous assistant. Les Tremayne plays a humorless (what else?) lawyer. The two vice cops (Horace McMahon and Herb Vigran) are hilarious buffoons straight from a Bugs Bunny cartoon. As you can imagine, sexual tension is rampant, and fuels much of the comedic proceedings, from innuendo to pratfall, but with Tashlin's deft touch, it seems effervescent rather than intense, innocent rather than lecherous. The film is bright and colorful, in that gauche 50s wonderland of bad design and grand accents. There is a stunning, avant-garde dream sequence that can only be described as "Alvin Allay meets Sigmund Freud", and a snappy theme song. We get to hear Don Cornell sing "Hold My Hand", straight from the Coral 78rpm record! And this may be the only film in history narrated by an "Oscar" statue! A bonafide comedy legend.