It's probably pointless wasting my ire on what was intended as innocent fun, but there isn't much of that, and it is easy to see why Cary Grant, way before his time, cinema's greatest actor, gave up the ghost - minor compensation comes from his evident, double-taking disgust at the tired antics. There is a brief vein of fantasy that if mined could have made for a much more enjoyable film, but, you know, Doris Day.