Before this picture was filmed they ran a contest to see which man would get the girl. The rest of it was evidently put together by flipping coins. Fortunately, it was well flavored with good dialogue, making thoroughly amusing, if somewhat frivolous, entertainment.

Obvious slips mar an otherwise enjoyable film. It takes place in the most mid-western New England town you've ever seen. If you can picture Concord looking as though cowboys would come hooting through the Common, yu might believe the town is east of the Hudson. And the hero, Ronnie Colman, who graduated from Harvard Law School at an amazingly undraftable age, is plagued with the epithet "Sonny." Acceptance of the bogus New England village apparently implies belief in Colman as "Sonny." Cary Grant tries and tires his old, set role, and Jean Arthur still has a hair-do which goes up and down like a broken window-shade. Errors, slight in themselves, have a cumulative effect which shatters the pleasant spell of such lines as "America--that's the country where everybody is responsible to everybody else for everything."

Before seeing the feature you'll have to sit through something called "Atlantic Convoy." Filmed in a bathtub containing model boats no self-respecting man would give to his kid brother, this film never even flickers.