sunsetgun.typepad.comI had seen this movie with acute delight in college and wanted to see how I felt about it now, and in an attempt to know more of Preston Sturges work.
It didn’t work for me quite as well this time around. I wanted to care about the romantic lead, Henry Fonda, and I was having trouble liking him very much. Even at their most slap-sticky, characters should, to my taste, have an essential understanding, however unconscious, of what it means to be a human being (as Cary Grant seems always to have in his movies). Barbara Stanwyck seemed more melancholy than filled with life-force, leaving her machinations to seem more the stuff of melodrama than the stuff of delightfully-cynical, life-force-asserting-itself-type comedy.
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