In both top and bottom halves of the current doubleheader on the Square, Keenan Wynn and Jack Carson, a brace of Hollywood's better wits, find themselves stymied by some of the feeblest of material. Garbed in the inevitable technicolor. "The Time, The Place, and The Girl" turns out to be an all-too-typical musical, straight off the moviemakers seemingly endless assembly line. Jack Carson does his best to liven things up a bit, handling a sparse handful of gags with a veteran hand, and most of the musical numbers, though of no great significance, are pleasant enough to the eye and ear, but that's about all.

"The Time, etc," embraces exactly the elements you invariably have to endure in these epic events from the California flicker factory the Broadway musical show produced on a shoestring, the leading lady stepping into and out of her big role, the in genus who was weaned on opera, the "name" orchestra leader who can't act. S. E. Sakall, the "show must go on" routine, and the rest of the standard attractions done in the standard manner. You must have seen it all a couple of times, at least.

Right now seems to be the open season on fantasy at least as far as the cinema is concerned. One of the more minor entries in the life after death derby is "The Cockeyed Miracle," into which somebody lured Keenan Wynn and Frank Mergan. The supposedly whimsical situations that were only mildly funny back in the days of "Topper" are beginning to age just a bit. No longer is unchecked mirth provoked by the familiar business of having characters invisible to their fellows on the screen, yet conveniently apparent to the audience, walking through walls and evening thunderstorms. All this is involved in a trail tale about an old gentle man who dies and insists upon staying around a while longer to fix up some family affairs, with the help of a resurrected father. But it doesn't really amount to much.