Sirk's comedy opens really strongly. So strongly that I was looking up the scripting credits as for a scene or two it felt like a minor league mankiewicz. A wry look at 50s conformity and gender with actual clever laugh lines. You start composing the review and wanting to link it to Sirk's better known stuff.
But it turned out that the scripters really hadn't done much else, possibly because those first few scenes fade away as it becomes a proto-parent trap romance that forgets to make you laugh for the final two thirds.
Darnell is good, McNally alright, but it doesn't really know what to do with it's characters or the setup they've found themselves in and just coasts along after a bit.
It remains watchable and I'm on a quest to watch a lot more Sirk, but the opening promised a lot more.