1231st movie, 19th from the 1940s, 332nd on Prime

Rating: 7/10

Distraction rating: 6/10

Plot armour rating: n/a

We tend to call movies “Marc and Mek” movies, based on the regular archetypes found, especially in a lot of these early films.

The Marc is being played out perfectly, and as always, Cary Grant. A man stumbled through life, ignoring the reality of it all but also at the same time being crushed by reality.

The Marc pays no attention to his lawyer best friend or to anyone’s opinions in the choices he makes with his life.

The Marc is both trying to make his wife, the Mek, happy while also trying very hard to do his own thing, whether or not that will make her happy.

The Mek is that typical 30s-80s housewife. Fiercely independent and completely dependent on her husband. She has a mind of her own, but that is easily ignored by everyone around her, including her own children.

The Mek spends outside her means, but rarely more than the Marc, who chastised her spending, will eventually do.

Still beyond these archetypes, this movie is fun. It helps that I have a weakness, read crush, for Cary Grant. Also, I have a love of the Transatlantic accent that we saw so often during this period. Cary Grant never really played the ultra serious male. There is often always a weakness in the characters he played. This one is no different, although he is frustratingly so, to the point that several times in the movie, you just wanted to stop a shake him.

His jealousy for his lawyer friend flirting with his wife made me realise that nowadays, that friend would be gay, and instead of his wife would have had an eternal crush on his friend.

They would have made a better couple, I think.

The children in this movie were insufferable. It is best to forget their existence, especially since they had little bearing on the actual plot.

This is a good Sunday morning with your coffee movie.