This is a perfectly nice, mindless kind of movie, something to watch while you're ironing. Typical of its blandness, the cad is Guy Middleton, the poor man's Terry-Thomas, and one of the women is a night-club hostess. Although there is no suggestion that she is a prostitute--indeed, all her circumstances indicate that she isn't--the movie more or less treats her as one. Of four matches, two are silly, and two are serious.
As always in this type of movie, the social details are fascinating--women's fashions (ranging from lovely to bizarrely hideous), prices and wages, standards of sexual sophistication, servants' relations with masters. The stories are not terribly believable, though--two men are nice-looking, two handsome, and all four, with good manners and character, fall in love with their assigned mates (all attractive women) quickly. Tell THAT to the Marines!
The script is pleasant rather than comic, but every now and then there is an amusing or bizarre line to keep your interest, such as the reporter's saying, when his editor tells him, "Don't let them know you work here": "I don't let my mother know I work here."
As always in this type of movie, the social details are fascinating--women's fashions (ranging from lovely to bizarrely hideous), prices and wages, standards of sexual sophistication, servants' relations with masters. The stories are not terribly believable, though--two men are nice-looking, two handsome, and all four, with good manners and character, fall in love with their assigned mates (all attractive women) quickly. Tell THAT to the Marines!
The script is pleasant rather than comic, but every now and then there is an amusing or bizarre line to keep your interest, such as the reporter's saying, when his editor tells him, "Don't let them know you work here": "I don't let my mother know I work here."