Kisses for Breakfast

This risque farce in the screwball comedy vein delivers loads of laughs. Newlywed Dennis Morgan suffers a bout of amnesia on the verge of his honeymoon trip and winds up marrying a second wife while still unknowingly married to his first! The intrepid first wife eventually tracks him down, inserting herself into a manic menage a trois while persistently competing for her conjugal rights. Don't miss the glorious pillow fight erupting in a roomful of flying feathers as each wife surreptitiously tries to slip into bed with Dennis. And the fateful shower of oil when wife #1 switches the bathroom water pipe to the fuel line in the basement is a scream. Altogether a delightfully zany romp.

This comedy is too wacky to merit much consideration, and I don't mean wacky in a screwball sense. While it is interesting to see Jane Wyman and Dennis Morgan in their roles, any romance is undermined by the unevenness and inanity of the dialogue. A case of inadvertent bigamy could be, and has been, a premise that promises comedy, but only if it feels like some of the characters have some real feelings involved. In "Kisses for Breakfast," there is no real conflict because there are no real emotions on the line.

Una O'Connor and Jerome Cowan are enjoyable as the maid and the perpetual suitor, adding the only humor with their rubber-faced reactions.

And it is curious to see the depiction of plantation life that is irrelevant to the story.

But there are much better films to see than this hapless "comedy".

Rodney (Dennis Morgan) meets and falls in love with Juliet (Shirley Ross). But on their wedding day, Rodney is attacked and bashed over the head with a blackjack. When he awakens, he has no memory of the past. And, in the meantime, the crooks push his car into the sea and he's assumed to be dead. So, he's declared dead and he wanders about a bit until eventually he follows the one lead he finds in his possession...the name of a woman in South Carolina. This woman (Jane Wyatt) is the cousin of Rodney's wife...but when he meets her, he has no idea he's been married. After about a year, the pair marry....and Juliet is about to remarry. Rodney and his new bride arrive at Juliet's house for the wedding....and, not surprisingly, the house is up in arms with his arrival. Oddly, they don't confront him about already being married to Juliet. Instead, the servants think he could be a ghost and the first wife thinks he has some sort of amnesia or psychological problems. Regardless, folk behave so weirdly around Rodney that he and his new bride think that Juliet and her household are a bunch of nuts! Where does all this go? See the film.

The notion of a person losing their memory after a bad blow to the head is very possible. But it's also VERY unlikely to be permanent but only short term. For permanent or long-term amnesia, it would actually require some significant brain damage...the type that would get you hospitalized for a very LONG period. So, my advice is to take it all with a grain of salt....just accept the plot and don't question how logical (or illogical) it all is! If you can do so, the film is quite entertaining....and a bit silly.

While the film stars mostly second and third-string actors and has a plot that seems like a B-movie, it isn't, as the movie clocks in at 82 minutes...the length of an A picture. Maybe it should be seen as an A- film, as Dennis Morgan was a mostly unknown actor back in 1941 and the cast is pretty much a B cast.

So is it any good? Well, it has a plot that makes little sense...especially since if they think he has amnesia (which he clearly does). Why don't they just tell him this and let him know the truth??? This would work....but would also limit the movie to about 20 minutes! So, it's best to turn off your brain and just enjoy it for what it is. And, you really have to because what Juliet and her friends do...well, it's also totally screwy and is the sort of thing that ONLY happens in movies.

This is an insanely implausible and stupid concoction about a guy marrying one woman, getting amnesia, then marrying her cousin. Dennis Morgan and Jane Wyatt, certainly serviceable performers, are at their worst here -- thanks mainly to the idiotic script and perversely inane dialogue. But the real showstoppers are Jerome Cowan and Shirley Ross, who manage to hambone their ways through this like it was dollar-ninety-eight night at the dinner theatre. Worse performances in a film from a major studio I don't recall ever seeing. The wonderful Willie Best and Louise Beavers are called upon to do some unfortunate (even for the time) racial comedy, and the ever-reliable Lee Patrick gets to be arch for no reason and to spout one of the more wince-causing racial jokes. This one's a waste of time, unless it's to catch Cornel Wilde in a brief and very early appearance as a sort of heavy. Embarrassing on almost all counts.

This is an "A" script with a "B" cast. Except for Jerome Cowan, Lee Patrick and Una O'Connor, the cast is not worthy of the material which is quite witty. I can imagine Jimmy Stewart, Rosiland Russell and Carole Lombard in the major parts. Then it would have been a classic.