This is an insanely implausible and stupid concoction about a guy marrying one woman, getting amnesia, then marrying her cousin. Dennis Morgan and Jane Wyatt, certainly serviceable performers, are at their worst here -- thanks mainly to the idiotic script and perversely inane dialogue. But the real showstoppers are Jerome Cowan and Shirley Ross, who manage to hambone their ways through this like it was dollar-ninety-eight night at the dinner theatre. Worse performances in a film from a major studio I don't recall ever seeing. The wonderful Willie Best and Louise Beavers are called upon to do some unfortunate (even for the time) racial comedy, and the ever-reliable Lee Patrick gets to be arch for no reason and to spout one of the more wince-causing racial jokes. This one's a waste of time, unless it's to catch Cornel Wilde in a brief and very early appearance as a sort of heavy. Embarrassing on almost all counts.
Review of Kisses for Breakfast
