The most irritating human being ever to draw breath stalks Cary Grant for an hour and a half, with hilarious consequences. Oddly charming, but it probably helps to be drunk and in need of a nostalgia fix.

The archaic concept is not necessarily the problem here (the film does try to spin it on its head), but the film fails with extremely unlikeable characters. Grant's doctor is mostly charmless. Betsy Drake's woman-on-a-mission is persistent to put it mildly, but mostly grating and irritating--both in performance and as written. As annoying a female lead as you'll find. There are some laughs, sure, but this romp mostly fails. And wasting Diana Lynn is inexcusable!

This is what a severely dated movie looks like. The film's version of proto-feminism is having a lecture hall full of woman cheerily announce that they all snared husbands through sneaky emotional traps. Grant certainly displays his abundant natural charm in the role, although he lays it on too broadly at times, perhaps a mark of boredom since this is a role that he'd basically played several times over by this point in his career.

This is a cute, funny, and entertaining movie. I enjoyed it, and I agree, every girl should be married. This is a great romantic comedy, a little different than some of the other movies in the genre at the time too. I was even a bit surprised with the ending.