Sparkling romantic comedy.

Cary Grant seems stymied in this claustrophobic, essentially misogynistic material, and director Irving Reis isn't the man to pull him out.

It's one of the happiest of the season's comedies and as appropriate to August relaxation as a mint julep and a porch swing.

Surprisingly, this Cary Grant-Shirley Temple farce won the original screenplay Oscar in a year in which the other nominees included Body and Soul, A Double Life, Monsieur Verdoux and Shoeshine.