The formula for the Doris Day rom com (at its height with Pillow Talk) had run out of steam by this 1962 effort. Yes it was boffo at the box office, but despite their great charm and star power, there isn't much real spark between Day and Grant - who were a bit long in the tooth to be playing the virgin and the playboy cad, respectively.
Grant (whose company co-produced it) appears to be too nice and perfect, missing that touch of rat (which Rock Hudson excelled at) that would give Day something to aim her sexually frustrated indignation at.
What's left is her conflict of wanting to accept expensive clothes and a lavish trip to Bermuda without putting out before marriage. (She was 39 when this was filmed.)
Gig Young takes on the role - played three times by Tony Randall in these Day rom coms - of the comic second lead who is seeing an analyst, and that joke has worn very thin by this point.
This film includes the obligatory fashion and set design porn of Day comedies, but it ultimately feels like the third cup of tea made from the same tea bag.
Grant (whose company co-produced it) appears to be too nice and perfect, missing that touch of rat (which Rock Hudson excelled at) that would give Day something to aim her sexually frustrated indignation at.
What's left is her conflict of wanting to accept expensive clothes and a lavish trip to Bermuda without putting out before marriage. (She was 39 when this was filmed.)
Gig Young takes on the role - played three times by Tony Randall in these Day rom coms - of the comic second lead who is seeing an analyst, and that joke has worn very thin by this point.
This film includes the obligatory fashion and set design porn of Day comedies, but it ultimately feels like the third cup of tea made from the same tea bag.