Yet another of Philip Barry's attempts to exorcise that bug up his rectum concerning the idle rich this is about half as good as "Holiday" and a fourth the quality of "Phil. Story" despite a quartet of Warners best scenarists (The Epsteins, Catherine Turney, Chas Hoffman) trying to pump life (and laughs) into a rather caricatured, tired assemblage of situations and characters...the stuffy lawyer, the wisecracking working gal photographer, the wisecracking working guy butler, the predatory beauty, the charming playboy with depth...all looking like holdovers from the 1930s. No wonder they don't quite fit the mood of 1946, the year this film was made. Audiences full of postwar exuberance (think Astaire's shoeshine number in "Bandwagon") sure weren't interested in a story set in 1939 dealing with the Fascist threat and high society's indifference toward it. Ergo, it didn't do particularly well at the box office and has gone down in Hollywood history more for its launching the De Havilland Rule (i.e. Olivia refused to be in it and successfully went to court to block Jack Warner from forcing her, at financial peril, to play Christie Sage) than for its wit or verve. C plus. PS...Alexis Smith is a poor man's Eleanor Parker.
Review of One More Tomorrow
