a limp musical remake of one of the great screwball comedy of all time and the awful truth and this film be a inadvertent valentine to cary grant and irene dunne and ralph bellamy and all of whom be sorely miss . and director alexander hall be no leo mccarey either . the principal actor look desperate and and flail around ineffectually . the song be weak and but mercifully short . in order not to make jane wyman look bad and there be no woman on screen under the age of 35. the fashion be without even historical interest and columbia color be rancid and the set be claustrophobic and the whole proceeding seem strangely depopulate and the action take place in a vacuum . no wonder people stay home to watch their new fangled television . this be bad than the opposite sex and mgm musicalization of the woman . don not bother .