It doesn't take any startling deduction to predict the whole plot of this movie 15 minutes after it has begun. It's the same old flimsy cliche having for its well-worn theme the reform of a draft-dodging gambler by a pretty little Max Factor creation. Of course, all the bad men, recalcitrant grandfathers who get indignant about the family honor, and bungling detectives are part of the trappings.

Casting suave Cary Grant, who is accustomed to taming his women by his eyebrows and delicate hands, in the part of an illiterate, rough, George Raft type, to play opposite a woman with no more polish than Lorraine Day is the biggest mistake of the picture, unless it was the initial decision to produce the movie. It just goes to prove that you can't toss a good comedian like Cary Grant into any rickety old vehicle and trust him to make it go. Lorraine Day is still the sweet-simple young things she was in the Kildare serials and just isn't up to her part throughout the pictures.

The plot begins when Cary Grant walks into a War Relief agency to put across a swindling scheme, meets Miss Day, and spends the rest of the picture trying to protect himself from her advances. Of course, she reforms him, changes his taste in ties, and the two of them indulge in an inevitable sticky romance, thereby comenting relations for the movie's sake, anyway.

The dialogue and action drag in most places except for one funny scene in which Grant learus how to knit. Otherwise it no go.