Review of That Touch of Mink

Plush but somewhat piqued bedroom-comedy about a single woman in New York City, an unemployed computer programmer, who is wooed by a wealthy smoothie. Her predicament: how far should she go in the romance department without a wedding ring? There's something a little off when Doris Day (well into her 30s here, if not early 40s) contemplates going away with Cary Grant, and roommate Audrey Meadows (well into her 40s, if not early 50s) tries talking her out of it (what does Audrey want? Doris to be an old maid, living with her forever?). When Day finally does jet off to meet Grant, she breaks out in a rash. Friendly-enough comedy attempts to make The Fear of Sex funny, but there's nothing sophisticated about the main plot, nor the silly sub-plot with lackey Gig Young being mistaken for a homosexual. Had this film been made in the 1940s, it might well have passed muster. Yet these actors are too mature for an embalmed version of burlesque, glossy and colorful though it may be. **1/2 from ****