One of your more banal entries in the early 60's sex comedy genre. B movie material all the way featuring a leading man who was never funny or engaging, and a leading lady whose likability deserved better than to be lost in unintelligible glossy pieces of fluff like this.
Paula Prentiss was not the greatest actress, comedic or otherwise, but her charm and her smile have always made her one of my favorites. It's a shame she was destined to be known as the love interest in Jim Hutton comedies.
Hutton surely had to be one of the most inept comic leading men of any era. He doesn't even have even a single moment in this film that makes you laugh.
The only actor involved who brings anything colorful to this dour mess is Charles McGraw, who growls and snaps and barks as Hutton's commanding officer, but with his tongue firmly in cheek. McGraw was one of the truly great character actors. It's a memorable character turn in a film that has nothing else memorable about it.
Something about an intelligence officer who was knocked out by a baseball once who is sent to pacific island to find some Japanese spy that is actually an acrobat and along the way has a rocky romance with a Navy Nurse. A would-be WW2 romp that is as flat and lifeless as movies get. MGM gave it a sumptuous production but it was films like this, immaculately produced but lacking the kind of script, stars and director of MGM's glory years that were the final nail in the coffin of MGM as a major studio, and of Screwball comedy as an artform.
A film almost completely devoid of creativity and verve. Unless you're a Paula Prentiss or Charles McGraw fan, skip it.
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