Cary Grant was 30 years old and Loretta Young was 21, and neither had quite fixed their personae. Grant doesn't seem able to relax. The guy was an acrobat earlier in life but here he seems wooden. Loretta Young, on the other hand, slings that slender chassis around with abandon and looks dewy, moist, gorgeous. When she smiles, from some angles, she resembles Blythe Danner.
But, man, she is a greedy and unprincipled shark. Her young son is hit by a truck. Damage is minimal but a "specialist" is brought in to tell the very wealthy Grant, who owns the truck company, that the kid may never again walk or play the violin with his feet. (Sob.) It's all set up to milk cash out of Grant and his dairy and Grant agrees to any settlement. As the "specialist" is leaving the room, he takes Young aside and mutters that she "can settle with me later -- outside." This was before the Hayes Office Of Morality and Rectitude dropped the porticullis and eliminated such salacious filth.
Man, is that little kid a nuisance. He's obviously older than seven and his ears are those of an African elephant. I swear I saw them flap in a slight breeze. His voice is an irritating whine. Cary Grant and his loving wife adopt him to raise him properly. I'd have stomped him like an insect.
It's diverting and it's short. It's an historical curiosity too, and Loretta Young is a delight. Not just for the eyes. She plays a rather low-down creature who smokes, chews gum, and drops her "g"s, so that "nothing" becomes "nuthin."
But, man, she is a greedy and unprincipled shark. Her young son is hit by a truck. Damage is minimal but a "specialist" is brought in to tell the very wealthy Grant, who owns the truck company, that the kid may never again walk or play the violin with his feet. (Sob.) It's all set up to milk cash out of Grant and his dairy and Grant agrees to any settlement. As the "specialist" is leaving the room, he takes Young aside and mutters that she "can settle with me later -- outside." This was before the Hayes Office Of Morality and Rectitude dropped the porticullis and eliminated such salacious filth.
Man, is that little kid a nuisance. He's obviously older than seven and his ears are those of an African elephant. I swear I saw them flap in a slight breeze. His voice is an irritating whine. Cary Grant and his loving wife adopt him to raise him properly. I'd have stomped him like an insect.
It's diverting and it's short. It's an historical curiosity too, and Loretta Young is a delight. Not just for the eyes. She plays a rather low-down creature who smokes, chews gum, and drops her "g"s, so that "nothing" becomes "nuthin."