Doctor, You've Got to Be Kidding!

Sandra Dee plays a pregnant and unmarried "singer" involved with three different suitors--so who's the father? Would-be modern comedy has the same leftover faces from those early-'60s bedroom comedies: Bill Bixby, George Hamilton, Dwayne Hickman (was Richard Crenna busy that month?). Dee, at this point in her career struggling for roles which might extract her from her Gidget persona, gives this scenario a try and has a nice rapport with Celeste Holm as her mother. The men, however, are each lackluster, as is Phillip Shuken's screenplay, adapted from a novel by Patte Wheat Mahan. Peter Tewksbury directed, substituting wit with leering stupidity. * from ****

I rate this movie this highly because it does extremely well exactly what it sets out to do--provide a couple of hours of entertaining fluff. In the wake of the news of the death of Sandra Dee, I was asked for my favorite Sandra Dee movie, and I realized this is it! The ever-delightful Celeste Holm and the protective stage mother, George Hamilton too perfect as the snotty boss, the late Bill Bixby, for whom I'll never stop mourning, the sweet friend wanting to help out, and an enjoyable appearance by Mort Sahl, a groundbreaking comedian of the time who now is, unjustly, almost completely forgotten.

A movie that does what it sets out to do and does it well deserves praise, and this one has mine.

Today, Sandra Dee joins my "eternal mourning" list.

OK, it's not quite that bad, but it sure gives a good example of qualified people turning in inferior performances. I blame the screenplay writer here. I suppose the idea of an unwed mother would have been handled much better in the 1970's or 80's, but the "powers that be" decided to do it with 1960's censors in place. The result is as seen here, with total ignorance of the topic. The issue of sex is steadfastly avoided. And don't look for any real controversy either. Actual sex was a thing not yet acknowledged in old folk's movies (like any movie with Rock Hudson/Doris Day). And this movie has a character named Dick Bender. I mean, c'mon!

The late 1960's to early 70's was kind of an awkward time for Hollywood. The country was changing a great deal and it took American movie makers a few years to get the pulse back. You got quite a few movies like this, which didn't know who its audience was. This wasn't going to please the older crowd, who were still pining for Hope & Crosby road pictures, and it wasn't going to please the rock & roll crowd, whose tastes in music had moved WAY beyond anything heard here. LSD was still legal when this film came out, and The Stones' and Hendrix were playing on the radio. Kids were not going to be impressed with George Hamilton in a suit and tie.

You can see B&W TV's with antennas, and knobs that had to be turned to change channels, and hear some rather bland, third rate rock and roll. It's little more than a light dusting of attitudes from people that were already old in the 60's. Oh, and look fast to see Lieutenant Uhura (Nichelle Nichols) in a full blown 60's 'Fro.

Brylcreem, and Vitalis, and Dippity Do, oh my!

"Doctor, You've Got to Be Kidding" is a sex comedy starring America's sweetheart, Sandra Dee. She's a talentless lady whose mother insists she'll be a singing star...but all she wants is a normal life. However, somewhere along the line she gets pregnant and a whole pack of guys are vying to marry her and care for the baby.

The big problem with this film is that it is a comedy and most of its 'laughs' consists of people yelling or behaving weirdly and loudly. In a word, the film is shrill. But, sadly, rarely is it actually funny...and I think the biggest laugh is supposed to see sweet, ever-virginal Dee playing spoiled goods. A waste of talent and a rather unfunny and loud film with little to recommend it.

By the way, if you do watch (and I don't recommend it), look for Nichelle Nichols in a tiny part as a secretary.

Zany. Antic. Silly. That's what many comedies of the sixties were striving for, apparently. Unfortunately, many of them were not that funny. This film has the comedic subtlety of a Three Stooges film. Andrew Sarris in his June 1967 review for "The Village Voice" called Peter Tewksbury's direction "graceful" and said it contains "lovely things". Clearly he considered this film head and shoulders above "Barefoot in the Park", which he also reviewed that day. No wonder film makers were confused about what makes for good comedy.

Sandra Dee stars as Heather Halloran, a wannabe singer who becomes a secretary to the most intelligent man in the world, Harlan Wycliff (George Hamilton). Heather spends her off-time fighting off the advances of young men. Dwayne Hickman is a shoe salesman, and would-be actor, who specializes in hammy death scenes. Bill Bixby is the bachelor next door whose life is a turnstile for sexy women. Dick Kallman is a musical coach who hones Heather's vocal stylings.

Miss Dee is the only one who (somehow) emerges from this unfunny farce unscathed. Even amid the carnage that is "Doctor, You've Got to Be Kidding!" she remains likable and even somewhat believable. Otherwise, four stars would be too too generous.