In this story the young people, Sandra Dee (looking perfectly lovely) and John Saxon, are the level-headed, responsible ones, and their elders lose all sense of proportion and skitter around like loonies. Angela Landsbury is also most convincing as the mother of another deb. The wisp-thin plot has all the adults mistakenly believing that David, the sincere young man Jane becomes interested in, is an untrustworthy philanderer. He does have a secret, but that isn't it; the real womanizer is a young aristocratic guardsman.
|The daughter's in love and the parents are worried|
After some amusing twists and turns, everything comes out all right. It's hard to imagine a movie like this being made today; for one thing, who in the world could replace Kay Kendall? Her early death (from leukemia, at the age of 33) does lend this film just a slight undertone of sadness. But on the other hand, seeing her so radiant and joyous is a real pleasure, and after all, that's what she wanted -- to give people happiness.
|Wearing one of her fabulous Balmain gowns in a fraught moment|