Curiously mistitled comedy casts Charles Coburn as grouchy, unhappy billionaire who infiltrates one of the department stores he owns posing as an employee. He wants to get to the bottom of worker complaints, but makes friends instead. Strange screenplay strays all over the place: instead of nowhere scenes such as Coburn and pals being grilled at a police station, we should be learning more about this tycoon and what makes him tick. As Coburn plays him, he's just an old softy waiting to be loved. Jean Arthur gives one of her better, less brash performances as a sales clerk who befriends him, Spring Byington is sweet as an elderly employee, but Robert Cummings as the local hothead is all smoke and no fire.
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