No until Hell freezes over. NO!!! No!
To the 1957 My Man Godfrey remake, I say, NO!
David Niven? NO!
June Allyson?!?
NO!
Oh, so hideous. So hideous. June Allyson looked and sounded like an elderly burn victim, and David Niven seemed better suited as the bum than the sophisticated man-about-town!
NO!!!
To the 1957 My Man Godfrey remake, I say, NO!
David Niven? NO!
June Allyson?!?
NO!
Oh, so hideous. So hideous. June Allyson looked and sounded like an elderly burn victim, and David Niven seemed better suited as the bum than the sophisticated man-about-town!
NO!!!
I don't like to do negative reviews about a film, but damn, oh Hell, this is such crap! This is a near word-for-word remake of the genius 1936 William Powell/Carole Lombard comedy, but what a difference there can be between twins! To me, it's the charm and sexual tension between Powell & Lombard (real-life lovers) that provided the drive of the original. The youthfulness and innocence of Lombard, combined with the dignity, honour and humour of Powell? Wow.
I was stunned by how little charisma, humour, sexual energy, verve, style, or class there was in the entire cast, even when judged on its own merits. It seemed like Niven was cosmically burned out, Morse coding his performance in for the paycheck alone, and that Allyson had been forcefully inserted into the role, like a dodecahedron smushed into a very, very (very-very-very-very-oh-so-very), tiny, oblong hole. Someone was desperate for a buck, or a filler role for a fading career. Bet.
Please, for the love of everything sacred, save yourself. It's too late for me!
I can say no more. Damn. Daaaaaamn. {clears throat, spits]
I was stunned by how little charisma, humour, sexual energy, verve, style, or class there was in the entire cast, even when judged on its own merits. It seemed like Niven was cosmically burned out, Morse coding his performance in for the paycheck alone, and that Allyson had been forcefully inserted into the role, like a dodecahedron smushed into a very, very (very-very-very-very-oh-so-very), tiny, oblong hole. Someone was desperate for a buck, or a filler role for a fading career. Bet.
Please, for the love of everything sacred, save yourself. It's too late for me!
I can say no more. Damn. Daaaaaamn. {clears throat, spits]
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