Let's Live a Little

"Let's Live a Little" from 1948 stars Robert Cummings, Hedy Lamarr, Anna Stenn, and Robert Shayne. Baby boomers will recognize Shayne by voice alone as Inspector Henderson on TV's Superman from the '50s. This is the largest role I've seen him do.

Robert Cummings plays Duke Crawford, an advertising executive with too much work, too much pressure, and an ex-fiancee client Michelle Bennett (Anna Stenn) who is driving him insane. His boss expects her to sign a $100,000 renewal contract so they can advertise her beauty products, but she's leading them on, making demand after demand.

His boss suggests that he stop working on the Bennett campaign and turn to something else - getting press for a new book by a psychiatrist, Dr. J. O. Loring (though at one point she's also described as a neurologist). When he goes to her office, he discovers that she's a woman. And not just any woman - the amazing looking Hedy Lamarr!

In truth Duke does seem like he's losing his mind. He's very confused, and when he sees J. O., he becomes more confused. She becomes concerned. Both become infatuated.

J. O. Shares her office with a surgeon, Richard Field (Shayne) whom she is dating. When J. O. finds out that Duke goes to a particular nightclub, she suggests to Richard that they go there to see what it's like. Duke, of course, is there with Michelle, who becomes instantly jealous. The evening doesn't end well.

Pleasant but not a rip-roaring comedy. One of those '40s comedies that just doesn't come off. The stars are very likeable, though, and Hedy is stunning.

A simply average comedy most notable for bringing Anna Sten out of Hollywood flopland--at least box office flopland. She shows a real flair for comedy as a spoiled rotten cosmetics queen with an eye on Robert Cummings,who is masterminding her advertising campaigns.

But Cummings is Overworked to the 200th degree and suddenly realizes he's falling in love with the female psychiatrist he's been seeing(Lamarr),who doesn't want to upset the doctor-patient relationship. And Lamarr's officemate Shayne has deep feelings for Lamarr.(This is Shayne's biggest part before he was demoted to TV character actor).

If you think you recognize Cummings's male officemate,you do. He played "Mr. Macy" in MIRACLE ON 34th STREET.

Wilbur Mack is the patient Cummings encounters in Lamarr's office--"You're crazy! The only difference between us is--I KNOW IT!" This is the sort of picture that's neither good NOR bad---just an actor's pet project.

Even after three viewings, I still think this movie is terrible. Its a comedy, but I haven't laughed yet. Robert Cummings is miscast, and I keep wanting to slap this character as I wonder why in the world the casting director chose him (wouldn't Jimmy Stewart be much better?). Hedy as a psychiatrist is intriguing as a concept, but this script falls very short. As a consequence, she looks mostly flat, absurd and misplaced. Unlike a number of her other films, her beauty can't save this movie. Nevermind the fact that Hollywood was slack with boundaries in its portrayal of psychiatrists.

I hope future viewers find enjoyable qualities in this movie.

The situation has potential. A stressed-out ad man meets a beautiful shrink. Object: psychiatric humour. And maybe a little romance.

Unfortunately, the result could best be described as innocuous, like some sort of benign medical condition.

Bob Cummings plays his usual amiable self. But the real reason anyone would watch this film is, of course, Hedy Lamarr. She looks the way one would expect Hedy Lamarr to look in 1948. Fantastic. She is forced to wear an off-the-shoulder gown at one point to better show off her ... scintillating jewellery. The real conundrum is how Hedy avoided being the top pin-up of World War II. Maybe it was the saltpetre they put in the army chow.

Hedy's real-life role as a torpedo guidance system designer -- apparently that story about her is absolutely on the level -- is easier to accept now after seeing her as a no-nonsense, supercilious psychiatrist, sort of an early prototype for Dr. Lilith Sternin Crane.

The two Roberts -- Cummings and Shayne -- compete for the attention of Hedy. This gets a little childish with Shayne trying to pump himself up physically at one point. Also, characters often gaze at one another, then see the other person transformed inside a shimmering aura into the object of their true desire. Funny, but both these plot elements -- childish male competitiveness, and idealized shimmering figures -- appeared in a far superior film, "The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer", the previous year, 1947. I'm sure it's just a coincidence.

The film has some silly "psychological" dream sequences which are played for laughs, and which for contemporary audiences may have been a mild spoof on Hitchcock's "Spellbound" from 1945.

Anyway, it's too bad that all this seems to add up to so little in the end. Bob Cummings co-produced this film. It's a pity he couldn't have hired a script doctor.

Advertising executive Bob Cummings is having a nervous breakdown. His advertising campaign for make-up is being whipsawed by the client, his former fiancee Anna Sten. His boss tells him to deal with something entirely different, a book by psychiatrist J. O. Loring, who turns out to be Hedy Lamarr. She has a partner and love interest in Robert Shaye, and this romantic comedy will play out about as you expect it will.

Director Richard Wallace has a fine farceur and minor slapstick talent in Cummings, but the other three don't add anything to the laughs. Mary Treen offers some cynical amusement as Miss Lamarr's receptionist, and other comics on hand include Billy Bevan, Byron Foulger, and Lucien Littlefield. The result is a decent but not consistently funny comedy, although you can always look at Miss Lamarr during the slow spells while the plot plays out.