John Carroll is a womanizing Texan wildcatter who's got a check for a million dollars. Virginia Bruce is a laboratory-bound entomologist who's got a dull colleague/fiance in Brian Oulton. What they share are a brother and a sister who are married, have three too-bright children, and have been missing on an African expedition for seven years. They're summoned to take charge of the children, and, of course, don't care for each other at all.
This is a rather dull and predictable romantic comedy as they deal with the children and come to realize at the last minute that they love each other. The jokes aren't about people, they're about non-existent stereotypes, and it's only the inevitablity of plots like this one that means they'll get together at the end of the movie; this is the sort of story which has me saying "I give them one month, and then Carroll is back out in the field dealing with rough men and sexy gold diggers, and she's back in the lab looking at bugs."
Miss Bruce would make one more movie in 1960 in a supporting role, then another twenty years later. Carroll would make two more movies over the next four years, then basically disappear from the big screen. Director Henry Cass would last another fourteen years and a similar number of movies, squarely in the B division. This one is simply and purely rote.
This is a rather dull and predictable romantic comedy as they deal with the children and come to realize at the last minute that they love each other. The jokes aren't about people, they're about non-existent stereotypes, and it's only the inevitablity of plots like this one that means they'll get together at the end of the movie; this is the sort of story which has me saying "I give them one month, and then Carroll is back out in the field dealing with rough men and sexy gold diggers, and she's back in the lab looking at bugs."
Miss Bruce would make one more movie in 1960 in a supporting role, then another twenty years later. Carroll would make two more movies over the next four years, then basically disappear from the big screen. Director Henry Cass would last another fourteen years and a similar number of movies, squarely in the B division. This one is simply and purely rote.