CrawlerChunky In truth, there is barely enough story here to make a film.

ChanFamous I wanted to like it more than I actually did... But much of the humor totally escaped me and I walked out only mildly impressed.

Voxitype Good films always raise compelling questions, whether the format is fiction or documentary fact.

Fleur Actress is magnificent and exudes a hypnotic screen presence in this affecting drama.

aciolino Key word: ENTERTAINING, a dirty word by today's standards where we are to be overwhelmed and impressed instead. Here, the script, the pacing, and wonderful comedic acting (another fossil of the past) all work together to produce a movie that keeps your attention and keeps you smiling. Sure, it is absurd. What farce isn't? What judge would allow a known troublemaker to date her younger sister? No, make that blackmail him into dating her? Sounds more like the plot to a film noir classic. But no. We look past it to allow for the fun. And the fun is plentiful.I heartily recommend this film to those who can let go and enjoy.

Tad Pole . . . it's best NOT to spell out the word for an article of clothing that's bound to be a short-lived fad. Who's going to stream COLLEGE CRAVATS? On the other hand, SCHOOL TIES still sounds like an intriguing possibility. THE BROWN PENNY LOAFERS is WAY too specific; there's an air of mystery hanging over THE RED SHOES. Doesn't THE SISTERHOOD OF THE TRAVELING PANTS call out to you more than THE CULT OF ITINERANT DUNGAREES? Something simple, such as KINKY BOOTS, always will be in style. PERVERTED GALOSHES, not so much. A rose may smell as sweet by any other name, but will BUZZARD BLOOMERS pass the "sniff test" as well as THE PELICAN BRIEF? This brings us to THE BACHELOR AND THE BOBBY-SOXER. To say that this Cary Grant-Myrna Loy vehicle stinks from beginning to end may be unduly harsh. But at 19-years-old in real life here, Shirley Temple is all but stretched to her breaking point playing Loy's little sis, "Susan," who is supposed to be 17. The script for this dud is nearly as archaic and humorless as its title makes it sound. Hoop skirts, anyone?

Robert J. Maxwell It's 1947 and Cary Grant is an artist with a notorious reputation for misbehavior, mostly undeserved. See, he's really a perfect bourgeois, lives in an orderly apartment serviced by a private elevator, dresses in suits and ties, speaks flawlessly before student bodies, and has the morals of a teacher in a parochial school. It's just that his work -- painting, of which we see no evidence whatever -- takes him sometimes into low places.In any case, the high-schoolish Shirley Temple, a bobby soxer, sees him speaking to her class and develops an intense crush on her "knight in shining armor." Kids: the bobby soxers were so named because the girls of the period wore white ankle socks with the tops folded down. They all worshiped Frank Sinatra and danced jitterbugs and -- well, you get the idea.Temple wangles her way into Grant's apartment one night when it's empty, without his knowledge. Later, he returns, doesn't see her dozing on the couch, gets comfortable with his robe, a drink, and a book, sits in an easy chair -- and Shirley Temple wakes up and says hello at the same time the door bursts open and the Assistant District Attorney, Rudy Valley, and some police officers barge in.He winds up in front of the judge, who happens to be Temple's older sister and legal guardian, Myrna Loy. Anyone must understand Loy's perturbation. After all, Temple is only seventeen, while Grant is pushing forty. But she's a wise judge and, sensing the truth, sentences Grant to an indefinite period of squiring Temple around to high school hangouts, until her infatuation wears off.It has its amusing moments. One is when Grant is first seized in his flat, wearing his robe, with a drink in his hand, staring dumbfounded alternately at the door and at Temple stretched out on the couch. Nobody is better at this kind of thing.Other amusing moments follow as Grant decides to overplay his role as a teen age escort. He folds up his hat brim, rolls up the bottom of his trousers, loses the tie, and adopts the mannerisms of the kids he's being forced to hang with. "Mellow greetings, Yukey Dukey." At the town picnic, he enters several contests -- the three-legged race, the obstacle course, and so on -- and is beaten by the gloating Assistant District Attorney each time except for the final race, which is rigged so that Grant wins the Grand Prize. Grant is like a child, with his bronze cup. He fawns over it. By himself, he practices being modest when others compliment him on his shiny new cup. He does it all in mime too. What a performer.The story runs completely out of steam during the climactic dinner scene. People shout and argue across the restaurant table while a band keeps interrupting to play Happy Birthday. It's the kind of forced pace that writers use when they've run out of ideas. Too bad, because what preceded it was sometimes pretty funny.In the end, Temple returns to her puppyishly loyal boyfriend and Grant steals Myrna Loy from the Assistant District Attorney. Everyone winds up happy except the Assistant District Attorney. Well, maybe he's married to his job after all. He's certainly been earnest enough.

ccthemovieman-1 The slang of teenagers back in this era make this a "cute" movie that is humorous. It isn't just the teens that are fun to here: Cary Grant delivers a lot of funny lines himself. The screenplay to this movie won an Academy Award so you know the dialog is pretty good.The story is a lightweight and goofy one but would appeal to many people. It's a little slow at first but once Shirley Temple (now in late teens) begins to get a crush on Grant, it picks up. However, be warned that especially with comedies the humor often appears dated decades later, and this surely does, too.It's not what I'd call "hilarious," but it's a pleasant film and one of the few good ones featuring Temple as a young lady. Almost all of her memorable films were when she was a youngster in the 1930s. This gets passable grades, however.