Bachelor Flat

British archaeology professor at a Southern California university, living at the home of his fiancée--a world traveler who is currently away--finds himself saddled with a young chippie who claims to be an escapee from reform school; turns out she's the 17-year-old daughter of his future wife, who somehow failed to mention she was the mother of a teenager. Budd Grossman adapted his play along with the film's director, Frank Tashlin, yet neither seems able to tell the difference between shrill one-liners and clever repartee. The cast is manic and cartoonish, dashing in and out of the professor's pad on the beach as if this were a "Carry On" farce from the 1950s. Terry-Thomas isn't as offensive as the younger players, but working strenuously at a piece of fluff is ultimately disastrous for the picture and the star. Farce doesn't seem to be Tuesday Weld's strong suit (she's metallic and grating instead of charming), while Richard Beymer as a smitten law student is merely a hole in the screen. Not much headway from 1954's "Susan Slept Here", which Tashlin also directed, although this one at least has a cute dachshund with a fetish for dinosaur bones. *1/2 from ****

Mike Pulaski (Richard Beymer) narrates in the beginning that the British have been stealing American chicks ever since the War of Independence. He is both jealous and an admirer. He's a carefree hound-dog living in a trailer on the beach. His neighbor Prof. Bruce Patterson (Terry-Thomas) is both his friend and his mentor. Patterson's upcoming marriage to Helen Bushmill (Celeste Holm) is breaking the hearts of all his female students and many female acquaintances. He is surprised by Libby Bushmill (Tuesday Weld) who shows up out of nowhere. Helen had failed to tell him about her daughter.

I am of two minds about Terry-Thomas. On the one hand, he is far from Indiana Jones and I don't get all the female attention. On the other hand, it prevents him from developing any chemistry with his female pursuers especially Libby. Ultimately, Tuesday Weld steals the movie. The teenage performer has a great surprising voice. Quite frankly, her character should be the lead although this is strictly a male fantasy comedy with plenty of slinky babes. It has some moments of fun which elevates its light weight quality.

The very British talents of Terry-Thomas and the American comic genius of director Frank Tashlin produced a rather indifferent comedy in Bachelor Flat. Only in the last 10 minutes of the film do we see Terry-Thomas in his usual rakish, devilish character.

As his neighbor Richard Beymer says he's got a problem that every American male would like to have, he has to beat women off with a stick. Even though he's engaged to Celeste Holm who is in Paris and has rented him, her beach house the women just keep coming on to him. Especially the coeds at the college where he teaches paleontology.

One thing that Holm forgot to tell him is that she has a teenage daughter of her own from a previous marriage. And when Tuesday Weld drops in to the beach house for an unexpected visit that sets in motion a whole chain of events.

Bachelor Flat scored well at the box office due to current teen favorites Weld and Beymer. But Tashlin and Terry-Thomas have both done far better work. Even the good sight gag of a large dinosaur bone that Beymer's dachshund keeps trying to steal and bury worked a whole lot better in Bringing Up Baby. The film is all right, but everybody in the cast has done better work.

Bachelor Flat is one of those well done early 60's lightweight comedies that is not a great standout, but a movie one cannot help but like. Terry Thomas is superb as the steadfast British professor trying to keep his stiff upper lip heritage intact in a youthful environment of early southern California culture. Thomas is very well supported by the rest of cast who play off against the professor's stiff British bearing. The true delight to this movie is when Thomas shows his ability to play off against this British bearing with comedy antics that predate anything comedy group Monte Python would do so well later. Tuesday Weld is also quite good as the "wayward teenager" along with Richard Beymer who does a very competent job of playing the professor's young neighbor and friend. I found this movie quite charming in it's own way, and everyone ends up doing the right thing. I would recommend it for anyone who needs a nice diversion from the often heavy handed and simplistic comedies of today.

Suave and fastidious British archeology professor "Patterson" (Terry-Thomas) is forever fending off the attentions of his amorous female students, so hopes that the announcement of his engagement to "Helen" (Celeste Holm) might calm things down. He's in for quite a shock though when her daughter "Libby" (Tuesday Weld) shows up having absconded from boarding school. Now he knew nothing of her, nor she him so when she catches him in the shower - well that's just the start of the misunderstandings galore that follow. None of this is helped by his youthful neighbour "Mike" (Richard Beymer) who quickly takes a bit of a shine to her. Poor old "Patterson" is quickly out of his depth as the scenarios become sillier and the intervention of a certain four-legged "Jessica" adds even more mayhem as she fancies a gnaw on his recently arrived ancient dinosaur bone. It starts off quite engagingly but does rather fall into a repetitious frying pan to fire series of predictable scenarios that even the naturally talented Terry-Thomas struggles to rejuvenate after half an hour of romantic, under the bed, semi-slapstick. Beymer and Weld look like they are enjoying themselves though, and the few scenes with Holm make it a watchable enough comedy that epitomises the spirit of the British stiff upper lip contrasted with a good dose of American free love and even a bit of French joie de vivre too! You'll never remember it, but it passes ninety minutes effortlessly.