Editor Note: Gini has another Old Classic film from her Turner Classic Movie Collection watching. Since Atlanta is home to Turner Classic Movies it is only right that Gini should be reviewing them with her view of the world.
What can it be this time?
Gini is tackling what Turner Classic Movies says is a classic screwball comedy with 1940’s His Girl Friday.
His Girl Friday
As with King Solomon’s Mines, this movie has been remade a variety of times and ways, usually entitled The Front Page. It’s about a newspaper editor trying to hang onto his best reporter. In this version, that reporter’s gender is flipped from male to female, and this version is considered the best. But is it?
Cary Grant plays that editor, Walter Burns, and Rosalind Russell is his very recent ex-wife and top reporter, Hildy Johnson. Hildy’s about to marry well-to-do insurance agent Bruce Baldwin (Ralph Bellamy) and leave the life of a reporter, and her ex-husband, in the rearview mirror. Walter, however, doesn’t want to lose his star, in no small part because he’s still in love with her. So, Walter goes about enticing Hildy with the latest lurid case – a black policeman has been shot and Hildy can get the story from the man who supposedly shot him. Hilarity and hijinks ensue.
There’s a lot going on in His Girl Friday – solving a murder case, clearing an innocent man, a love triangle, the work versus homelife debate – but you’ll need to use closed captioning to catch most of it. This is one of those screwball comedies where everyone is talking so fast and, in this movie’s case, over each other, that you’ll be hard-pressed to hear half of the lines. But that’s seemingly not considered a bad thing in screwball comedies.
However, what this movie no longer is is…funny.
The hubs and I barely chuckled. I remember the version of The Front Page from 1974 starting Jack Lemmon and Walther Matthau, and I remember it as being quite funny. I would swear I saw this version when I was younger, and found it quite funny. But this time, no laughs.
How Hildy clears the accused and finds the real murderer is great. But this isn’t a mystery movie. That Burns feels that Hildy is more of a career woman – and wants to continue to support that – versus a homemaker is showing that he does understand his recent ex far better than anyone would suspect (well, other than the viewers). But this isn’t a relationship movie. This is supposedly a comedy. And comedies are supposed to make you laugh. A lot.
The hubs liked nothing about this movie, and I was hard-pressed to try to convince him otherwise. I found everyone, even Grant and Russell, both of whom I normally adore, to be strident, grating, and flat. They’re so busy talking fast that they don’t bother to feel three-dimensional. Unlike Bringing Up Baby which has ludicrous situations that seem real and hilarious, this movie’s real-life situations seem staged and non-threatening, and Grant’s chemistry with Russell seems forced, unlike the immediate chemistry between him and Katherine Hepburn in Baby.
This was a movie I expected to love and want to see again and again, but instead I’m more interested in seeing if the Lemmon-Matthau version still holds up than re-watching His Girl Friday. Currently, this is tied with Topper and My Fair Lady as the movie that’s disappointed me the most.
2 stars out of 5
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