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Watched Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House on my commute yesterday.
What a chore that was to sit through. It's like a live-action Goofy movie. You know the type where Goofy listens to some how-to LP and completely screws up the instructions to comedic effect. Well, this movie was like that complete with stupid narration (provided by Melvyn Douglas, the only moderately interesting person to grace the screen).
Have any two actors supposedly in love ever had less on screen chemistry than Cary Grant and Myrna Loy? I know Grant is capable of it (he does ok with Deborah Kerr) and I know Loy is as well (see The Thin Man). But together they are like dead fish. And it wasn't a fluke, they are similarly flat in The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer.
I was eager to see what would have been a very young Jason Robards when I saw his name in the opening credits, but he passed unrecognized (and now, looking at IMDb, I see it wasn't the Jason Robards I know but his father that was in the movie).
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