This movie must be some sort of warped revenge of the Duck. There are many movies that are period movies. This is one that should be forgotten in time.
The worst curse a man can ever have is to fall in love with a woman with a squeaky voice. No matter how beautiful the woman that voice drives one insane. If daily conversation is a drag than imagine the horrible noises in the bedroom. Fortunately, this movie spares us that horror. Two hours of squeaky whiny idiocy brings bad every bad heterosexual guys relationship from hell.
We have seen the familiar premise of trying to culture a bumpkin, Ala My Fair Lady. The idea of the uncouth millionaire being lectured by a pseudo intellectual is quite passe. In reality most of the millionaires I know have far better social skills than the bookworm scholars. Those few miserable millionaires have almost always been members of the lucky sperm club.
In general crass ignorance of the airhead type is not funny. If you like that type of humor it is done with more aptitude in the Legally Blond series. Sadly, Pothead humor Ala Bill and Ted
is funny has replay value. Laughing at ignorance is almost like watching a train wreck.
The film is entirely predictable with the woman hits books sees millionaire is classless and self centered. Domestic abuse is also not funny to an officer who hears these stories daily. e man of action for the book worm. The only place this happens is in fiction created by book worms.
Also left unsaid is how or why an skilled ruthless businessman would be so stupid as to leave a large chunk of his assets in the hands of a ditz. Moreover, the idea of a noble journalist is also fiction.
This film is billed as a comedy but is not funny. The acting is dreadful and I am at a loss to see what is so charming about Judy Holiday. If she were next to me in a bar I would move in about 30 seconds to get away from that nightmare combination of a squeaky voice combined with stupidity.
This film was an abomination.