Haul out the bathtowels on this one. No parents like Joel McCrea and Rosemary Ames are getting divorced as long as they have an offspring like Shirley Temple to keep them together.
Our Little Girl finds America's favorite moppet the daughter of the aforementioned couple. Joel is a research doctor who takes a small country practice to both support his wife and his daughter. But he gets so involved in his experiments he's leaving his wife alone to the attention of his playboy neighbor Lyle Talbot. And he's looking like someone his nurse Erin O'Brien-Moore just might be able to catch on the rebound.
The film had a great deal more potential than what we got. It could have been a serious look at divorce through a child's eyes. I think that's what they were trying for at Fox, but the problem was that Shirley's audiences expected things to go a certain way in her films. So Fox gave them the typical Shirley and then some. It was the 'and then some' that doomed this film to a weepy soggy mess.
