What appears to be at first glance a romantic comedy is actually a dull soap opera like drama of family issues, mixing in a crime element and homespun wisdom that gets both preachy and corny. It basically has just one major set, a cabin in the middle of nowhere, bringing together writer Neil Hamilton together with Irene Hervey, the granddaughter of his publishing boss Henry Kolker. Hervey's on the run from her domineering grandfather with her two sisters, twins June and Joy Fulmer, who overdose the audience on moppet cuteness, making Shirley Temple seem subtle in comparison. Others popping in include some annoying locals and thieves in disguise, posing as a Southern Colonel and his wife (played by a man in drag looking like the ugliest Whistler's Mother impersonator ever), making the situation (for Hamilton, Hervey and the Fulmer tykes at any right) even more intense. The attempt at screwball comedy in several moments for Bellamy and Hervey is forced, and the soundtrack clicks in an annoying, headache inducing manner. Even at just 70 minutes, this film seemed interminable, and I couldn't wait for this "honeymoon" to be over.
Review of Honeymoon Limited
