As Leo Durocher noted, rotten guys wind up with the best looking women - or something to that effect. It has been said of this minor film effort that Cary Grant had no on-screen chemistry with his co-star, the gorgeous Laraine Day...hmmn...trying to think of one of his films, in which he did have chemistry, biology or any other natural science, with his female counterpart. Maybe he should have been in some westerns with Randy Scott and we would have seen the missing rapport. Day's eyes are like shimmering jewels - I wonder what she saw in old Leo? A few distracting head-scratchers: why does the G.O. priest not find it strange that Joe's mother would write to him in Greek if Joe can't read the language? Why does Joe flee from the gambling parlor with the stolen loot if he only wants to make sure that it is returned to the charity? Why does Dorothy need to show him how to knot his tie? The muddled character development makes for some unneeded confusion.
