For the Love of Mary

It must be reasons like FOR THE LOVE OF MARY that had Deanna packing her duds and leaving Hollywood for good. Seems that Universal was unable to offer her the kind of scripts she wanted which would offer her more substantial roles than this attempt at light-hearted screwball comedy that never once flies into orbit.

The trouble, aside from some pedestrian direction by Frederick de Cordova and some unimpressive sets and costumes, is that the script is a muddled mess with a plot outline that almost defies description, it's so complicated. Naturally, within the bounds of screwball comedy, all the complications are supposed to make the story hilariously funny--but fail to do so, mainly because it's banal material lacking any real wit or wisdom.

Deanna is a Washington miss who has connections well above those of the average switchboard operator, including Supreme Court judges and even the President who happens to listen in on one of her conversations and decides to meddle in her affairs in choosing the right man for a woman being chased by three men.

DEANNA DURBIN sings some four or five songs nicely in her own lovely soprano voice but it's enough to try anyone's patience if they're waiting to hear her sing when the story is so pedestrian. JEFFREY LYNN as a lawyer suitor, EDMOND O'BRIEN as the eventual swain, and DON TAYLOR as one of the unlucky ones, are simply foils for Durbin with no depth to their roles. RAY COLLINS and HARRY DAVENPORT do what they can in lively supporting roles, but nothing really helps.

Too bad for Durbin fans. She was still fetching to look at and used her voice beautifully but the material is fluff, nothing more, and certainly unworthy of her talents. No wonder she had enough.

When Washington insider Deanna Durbin gets a job on the White House switchboard, her friends, which includes senator Ray Collins and four or five Supreme Court justices, try to arrange her life for her. Young men cluster around her, too, including Navy lieutenant Edmond O'Brien, lawyer Jeffrey Lynn, and marine biologist Don Taylor.

Miss Durbin sings 'largo al factotum', and 'On Moonlight Bay'. And as she so often does, shows a real emotional connection with an unlikely elderly man or two. The story itself is nonsense. This may seem like a standard complaint for Miss Durbin's vehicles, but individual plot points are rushed over so you don't notice.

This movie, as well as Miss Durbin's previous few, had not performed well at the box office. Her star persona was Little Miss Fix-it, and she was no longer age-appropriate for it. Tired of the Hollywood grind, she left Hollywood a year later. Despite pleas from producers ranging from Joe Pasternak at MGM to Lerner & Lowe for MY FAIR LADY. She turned them all down, and only gave one interview in the remaining 65 years of her life. She died in 2013 at the age of 91, just where she wanted to be: out of the public's eye.

This is one of the last of Deanna Durbin's movies, and as I knew that by this time she was on the point of leaving the film industry I hesitated to watch it: I just did not expect much, as I assumed it would be evident that Durbin was at this point pretty much fed up with acting. What a mistake. This an intelligent comedy with a surprising ending and a very good cast. Durbin in particular is in top form; her comic timing is impeccable. For me, the high point is her rendition of a piece from the Barber of Seville that is intended for a baritone. She sings this with great good humour (and with a moustache) - it is an absolute lark; you are just left smiling and wishing it would go on. It is an eternal pity that Durbin stopped making films. Had she been around in the 1950s and -60s, Doris Day (almost exactly her age) would have had a much harder time establishing herself as the leading singing comedienne.

Mary Peppertree (Deanna Durbin) is starting her job as a White House switchboard operator. Her father was a beloved longtime guard there. She had worked over at the Supreme Court. She broke up with her boyfriend Justice department lawyer Phillip Manning. Everybody loves her. Guys want her. She has Supreme Court Justices trying to set her up. It all ends up entangling with Washington politics.

Deanna Durbin is fine. She has a general good girl quality and it's acceptable that everybody seems to be stepping over each other to help her. It's all very convoluted. The worst problem is that the guys don't come off that well. They are not taking the situation by the reins. It's kinda silly but in a bad way. I do like Durbin enough to not totally hate this.

The commercial Hollywood product for the family consumption in the 1930s, after Shirley Temple, was Deanna Durbin: sappy, covered in bows, singing at every opportunity with that kind of voice that Hollywood called lyrical, with always bright eyes of emotion, she was considered "the ideal daughter"

In 1948, not the cute singing young girl anymore, but still smiling a lot and singing too much, Deanna made a couple of boring musical comedies after the war. She had tried to change for more dramatic roles, but without success.

This kind of film reminds you that not everything was gold in the golden age, and while Hollywood could still afford 8 or 9 masterpieces every year, it produced many forgettable films as this one.

Absolutely dated, with no artistic or entertaining value, the film shows a somewhat tired Durbin as everyone's spotlight in the White House.

Corniest, tackiest musical numbers ever, stupid plot, no laughs, boring dialogue, and uninterestingly directed, it's a safe option for those who love oldies without requiring quality.

Probably targeted for Durbin club fan, but finally as somebody tells Durbin in the film: it's idiotic even for young people.