Prinzgemahl im Weißen Haus

Granted, this movie is not to be taken too seriously. Who would have given heavy thought to having a female president in 1964? However, I didn't find it insulting. It was simply a comforting little comedy starring top-flight actors.

As usual, the highly diversified Fred MacMurray was excellent as the husband of the female president. Polly Bergan, always in grand form, displayed her ability to capture her character perfectly ... as directed by Curtis Bernhart for Warner Brothers.

Also presenting good performances were the great Eli Wallach and beautiful Arlene Dahl.

This was the type of comedy that reflected what was expected on the "big screen" in 1964. Filming it in Black-and-White was a good decision. Color would have taken away the simplicity that made it special.

It was 113-minutes of fun.

Polly Bergen has just been elected President of the United States. That makes husband Fred MacMurray first lady. Even though he had his own business, he forgoes that to stay at home and becomes bored with the duties that are usually given to ladies in that position: planning the banquets, what's for supper, guiding the tours, etc. I was afraid this was going to be lame, not funny, and dated. But I was pleasantly surprised to find myself getting into it. It helps that Eli Wallach is given a larger-than-life character as a foreign diplomat asking for financial aid for his country that he misuses. It helps if you like Fred MacMurray. Arlene Dahl is an ex-suitor who still has a yen for Fred. She tries to coax him into bringing his reputation to her business, but he eventually backs out. Even the children have Secret Service following them throughout the day and that has its repercussions. Granted, it has its predictable humor about Fred as "a fish out of water." And, I agree with another reviewer that Rosalind Russell would have been a better choice than Polly Bergen, but, if you like the actors here, then you'll have a pleasant two hours with friends in some extraordinary conditions.

Though we haven't had to deal with the idea in reality in the USA, several other countries have managed to get along fine with the idea of a female president and the issues that it would bring out. I suppose it would depend on the man the woman was married to.

Kisses For My President was a film already behind the times. I think that audiences might have gotten away with during the Thirties when women's suffrage was not yet 20 years old. Maybe Tracy and Hepburn in their prime could have elevated the material to something better than it was. Or Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell. Russell would have been perfect for the part of the first female president.

Not that Polly Bergen and Fred MacMurray aren't fine themselves, in fact Bergen is the best thing in the film. I'm in agreement with the other reviewer who said her scene telling off the smarmy opposition Senator Edward Andrews is her high point.

What I can't get is the fact that there apparently was no thought given to just what Fred MacMurray's role would be as first spouse. I mean this is someone who was smart and dynamic enough to have built his own company which he had to sell as a result of his wife's political career success. That in itself makes the entire film one of forced situations.

At least MacMurray was smart enough eventually to see through his wife's former Radcliffe roommate and beauty queen and mantrap Arlene Dahl. She was a trap that the ordinary guy would fall into.

The closest we've come to this situation in real life is Geraldine Ferraro and Sarah Palin as Vice Presidential candidates. Ferraro's career eventually failed because of the wheeling and dealing of her husband John Zaccaro. Anything I would say about Sarah Palin and Todd would elicit all kinds of comments. But presidential brother Billy Carter caused no end of embarrassment to his brother Jimmy with his letting the Carter name be exploited by all kinds of nefarious people.

I think MacMurray had his best moments with those two ancient biddies of Washington society Lillian Bronson and Evelyn Varden. As staff for the First Lady they come with the White House furniture and seem ready to carry on despite the sex of the boss.

Kisses For My President could have been a whole lot better though it does have its moments.

When the idea of putting a woman in the White House was originally mooted a wag replied that when Kennedy was president the place was already full of women.

Sixty years ago 'Kisses for My President' took the potentially provocative subject of the first woman president but chose instead to concentrate upon the 'hilarious' adventures of Fred MacMurray's First Man.

The attitudes it contained may have then seemed patronising and archaic and one would have hoped that by 2024 the idea was no longer just a subject for fantasy and that a woman president would by now have become a reality.

But we're still waiting.

Tracy-and-Hepburn-esque comedy has Polly Bergen as the newly elected chief executive, and Fred MacMurray as her bumbling, impatient, addled husband, who's resentful of having to assume the role of First Lady. That's a pretty thin premise, and the screenwriters don't do much with it. The main plot points have to do with the prez's strained foreign relations with a wily, randy South American dictator (a hammy Eli Wallach), her sparring with a resentful senator from the opposition (Edward Andrews), and MacMurray's will-he-won't-he flirtations with an old flame (Arlene Dahl) who wants him in her employ, and in her boudoir. Bergen's a quite convincing, attractive, authoritative president, while MacMurray's unable to wring any real laughs out of his annoying character, and both spend too much time trying to raise their two rambunctious kids while attending to affairs of state. But it is, at least, a professionally done Warners production, directed by the reliable old studio hand Curtis Bernhardt, not overlong, and if the fadeout resolution looks ridiculous by today's standards, it was probably rather appealing in 1964. Around the same time, Irving Berlin and Lindsay and Crouse attempted a similar normal-folks-in-the-White-House Broadway musical, "Mr. President," and they quickly ran out of ideas, too. There still may be a winning comedy in the premise, and now that we may have an actual woman president on the way, somebody might want to give it a try. But it will have to be cleverer than this.