I always liked Richard Widmark. I feel terrible for him, stuck in this bomb about a couple trying to adopt.
The plot is dopey, and Widmark is horribly miscast as a befuddled husband. Doris Day is...Doris Day.
By the way, there's an easy cure for their infertility: ditch the twin beds. The set looks recycled from Lucy and Ricky's move to Connecticut.