Let's Live a Little

Whatever possessed HL to appear in this ridiculous film which panders to the worst excesses of male chauvinism prevalent in Hollywood in 1948.I fully endorse "cheeseplease's" comments.We all know HL was intelligent (co-designer of an electronic torpedo guidance system patented with a male colleague) as well as being very beautiful and I had hopes in this film she would espouse tracts of Freud/Junge and show us her innate well bred poise and intelligence.What we got, or rather what she was "saddled" with, was some airhead of a Hollywood scriptwriter & producer giving us the most facile, unfunny, badly constructed so-called "comedy" screenplay I have seen in a long while.

I too found nothing to laugh at in this contrived one dimensional film.I presume that by 1948 in this "B" feature, Hedy was getting rather desperate for good scripts or needed the money.The same goes for Robert Cummings.(How mush better he was in Hitchcock's "Saboteur" (1945) with Priscilla Lane or even his "Dial M For Murder (1953)with Grace Kelly.The subject film never touched on psychiatry presumably because the screen writer and producer knew nothing about it and patronisingly considered it an unfunny subject for American audiences in 1948.That just exposes their ignorance when films like Hitchcock's "Spellbound" (1945) had been filmed.Silly irritating sequences of both leads imagining each other's faces superimposed on other peoples bodies really annoyed me.How could two rational people who had reached an elevated position in their respective careers appear so foolish?Pulling silly faces or reacting in a crass way in these sequences is certainly not funny to an intelligent audience.

Why then did I purchase this DVD?Well I had hopes of seeing another good performance by HL like she played in "Come Live With Me"(1941) a witty and literate film opposite Jimmy Stewart.I rate the latter as her best film ever as her own character has verisimilitude as an Austrian refugee - albeit a very beautiful one.At least it is another rare HL film in my collection of her.Verdict - 3/10 could do better.

Interesting... in the washed out, terrible sounding version showing on TvTime streaming channel, there's a giant black piece of tape intentionally covering SOMETHING on the opening credits. How odd. Stars bob cummings, from the institute of over-acting. He had been in hollywood for 15 years. Duke crawford is a big shot advertising guy, and one of his larger clients happens to be his ex girlfriend michele. Complications arise when he underestimates another headstrong, female client doctor loring. Co-stars anna sten and hedy lamarr. Cummings seems to be the weak link here.. the plot is sound, and those around him perform their roles just fine. He should have left the producer credit to someone else. Not so good. Directed by richard wallace. Died young at 57. Based on a story by al cohen and jack harvey.

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.

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.

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.