Time for an oldie. Made in 1944, one can see the elements of a wartime America throughout the film. This delightful film works well because of the perfect combination of William Powell and Hedy Lamarr. It’s a classic screwball romantic comedy — silly, fluffy, hilarious. Stunningly beautiful Hedy Lamarr (who was actually a serious intellect offscreen) is surprisingly convincing as a ditz who is blithely unaware of the effect her obsession with astrology is having on her long-suffering professor/astronomer husband (Powell). If this were real life, you’d want to throttle her — but that’s a lot of the humor here. Powell puts across just the right amount of loving good humor mixed with near-homicidal frustration. There are some cute surprises along the way, and lots of recognizable character actors rounding out the cast. While the script falls short of the witty dialogue you’ll find in comedies like The Palm Beach Story and Bringing Up Baby, it’s still a fun trip down memory lane.
Movie Quote: You talk as if astrology is something to be ashamed of, like witchcraft or being a Democrat. – Spring Byington