Other than Bob Hope's wisecracks (which aren't all that funny), this movie is a lost cause. It involves a writer of "Bachelor" books, forced to live in a suburban, fifties community because his accountant ran off with his fortune. He has come to study the natives and then write about them. In the process he falls in love with Lana Turner. The screenplay is insipid, the acting stiff and bloodless, there is utterly no charm. The best characters in the book are two little kids who only appear for about three minutes. This is the stuff that was put in the theaters in the sixties. It titillates but the censors had their bony fingers on the button at every turn. The result a tiresome, endless non-comedy that bores everyone. Watch the ridiculous courtroom scene at the end if you want an example of the worst of cinema.
Review of Bachelor in Paradise
