TOTALLY agree with you! This film would rank in my "Top Ten Camp Comedy Classics". The film's "comedic" aspects rest mainly on the shoulders of Nancy Kelly, who clearly chose to play her role exactly as she'd played it on Broadway for nearly 10 months--without modulating a single gesture or ridiculously overwrought line-delivery (like when she says her daughter's name with no less than SEVEN syllables..."RHO-o-o-o-o-o-da!"). Mervyn LeRoy was clearly asleep at the switch on this one...HOW did he let her perform all of those esoteric, bizarre little hand gestures she peppers her performance with?? The script is the second-biggest offender. Maxwell Anderson may have been a revered, Pulitzer-Prize-winning playwright--but some of the writing in this script is just plain ridiculous! (e.g. "Well I'll be a middle-aged mongoloid from Memphis!"..and so on...). The movie is a mess of pseudo-psychiatric claptrap. My friends and I play a game called "Obscure Bad Seed Lines," just to crack each other up ("I like apricot juice...it doesn't even need ice!" etc. etc.). And during her multiple drunk scenes, count how many times Eileen Heckart throws her arm straight into the air! That's a fun drinking game! How anyone can take this movie seriously for more than five minutes is just beyond me.
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