Che vita con un cow boy!

Irene Dunne, one of the best comediennes in the history of the movies, retired from acting after completing this comedy that was not up to her best work. Ms. Dunne was seen in great films during her Hollywood career that were made better by her style, sophistication and beauty. Alas, in this one, her character, Kay Kingsley is swept off her feet to a rancher who lives out west.

Kay Kingsley is part of a composing team based in Manhattan. Kay is elegant, smart, and it's hard to imagine she would fall in a short period of time for Chris, who is way out of her league, and who comes with some baggage, as he is a widower with two young daughters back home. This is a big proposition because it involves leaving behind modern plumbing and heat. Accepting that premise, Kay transplants herself to the ranch that is falling apart because of neglect and lack of money to improve it.

Things go from bad to worst. The two girls, Nan, and Tina, give Kay a guarded welcome, but they come around when they see she is a good person who has had no experience with her present situation. With the help of her neighbor Jean, Kay gets a handle on things, not before running away to Manhattan to try to see if she still wants her old life back.

The film was directed by George Marshall, a veteran of the movies, who tried to give the comedy some pacing, but doesn't succeed well. The problem with the film is Fred MacMurray, an otherwise perfect actor, who shows no chemistry with Ms. Dunne. Irene Dunne tries her best to make her Kay a wife and step-mother. William Demarest, Andie Devine, Ann Doran and Philip Ober are seen in supporting roles. Gigi Perreau, a child actress of the time, plays Tina, and Natalie Wood, who, as Neil Doyle points out, was probably having problems at the time and is not her usual self as Nan.

See the film as a curiosity and because this was Irene Dunne's swan song at the movies.

Famous New York singer-songwriter Kay Kingsley (Irene Dunne) and widowed rancher Chris Hayward (Fred MacMurray) fall for each other at the Madison Square Garden Rodeo. They get matched up by their friends and quickly get married. She moves out west to live on his ranch with his two little daughters, Nan (Natalie Wood) and Tina.

The premise should be simple enough. It's a city girl in the country. She's a fish out of the city waters. She could be more city. The country could be less. There is a way to do this funny. This is trying very very hard. She gets beaten up plenty but few of them strike me as funny. Her stunt double definitely had lots of work for this movie. It also seems to me that a singer could do some singing even in the country. In the end, this isn't all that funny and that's all that matters.

IRENE DUNNE, for some strange reason, is called "Buckshot" by her cowboy husband FRED MacMURRAY. That alone is supposed to be funny and endearing. Not.

Too bad that after the smash success of films like LIFE WITH FATHER, Irene Dunne was so desperate for good parts that she agreed to settle for a film like this--tedious, predictable, banal sort of comedy that struggles manfully to be funny by putting her through some slapstick paces that are about as funny as a stubbed toe.

Occasionally there's a lull in the proceedings that gives Dunne and MacMurray a chance to remind us that they're still the same old likable stars. But then the script takes over again and forces them to play a series of unlikely scenes.

For good measure, they have two obnoxious girls (played by a plain looking Natalie Wood who clearly did have an awkward stage, and Gigi Perreau). They add nothing to the charm or situations which strain for laughs. One of the comedic highlights is supposedly when Dunne shoots a neighbor's pet bull. You get my drift.

You can skip this one. Even the presence of two top-flight stars can't save it from being the most inappropriately titled comedy of the decade.

This may have been the type of movie that gave birth to that infamous variety headline as rural Wyoming townspeople in rancher territory are depicted in classic postwar city-slicker-learns-life-from-rural-perspective fashion. And central casting regulars, William Demarest, Andy Devine, Irving Bacon, Gene Evans, Chester Conklin, and others are on-hand to reprise their familiar supporting characters.

The title is appropriate; the pacing is brisk; and Marshall's direction even shows flair at times. And, certainly, this movie is pleasing as intended - a relaxing and undemanding family comedy. The postwar theme of having able, brave, and plucky women return home to support their husbands without losing their guile or abilities to contribute is prominent and obvious. Irene Dunne, in her final role, smartly overcomes the writing to put her personal imprimatur on the lead character. Her best scenes are with Fred MacMurray's pre-adolescent daughters -- portrayed winningly by Natalie Wood and Gigi Pereau.

Unfortunately, Fred MacMurray, normally a personal favorite who should have been a natural for the part, gives one of his least energetic and dopiest performances in the male lead. And while the moments are not dull, many of the sight gags are predictable, but still mildly amusing.

Performance-wise, a fitting valedictory for Miss Dunne. Overall, Never a Dull Moment is a pleasant-enough movie to relax with and relive 1950 without awakening your brain.

By-the-numbers romantic comedy via Kay Swift's semi-autobiographical book (the uncredited "Who Could Ask For Anything More") about a songstress from New York City (Irene Dunne) who has a whirlwind courtship and marriage to a widower cowboy (Fred MacMurray). You know you're in for it when you hear the nicknames: she calls herself "The Bride of the Cattle King" while hubby condescendingly refers to her as "Buckshot". Dunne's self-sacrificing Kay has to learn to love life down on the (dilapidated) ranch, while MacMurray's cowboy Chris (!) spends his time mending fences and hunting cougars, and his two young daughters test their new stepmother out. Screenwriters Lou Breslow and Doris Anderson thankfully don't attempt to score points against Dunne (she's a smart cookie who suffers through a few entanglements before they're neatly ironed out); however, the union of Kay and the slightly-malevolent Chris is never convincing--and when he speaks to her, it's always as if he'd just inherited another daughter. Swift wrote the simple, singalong tunes, Gigi Perreau and Natalie Wood are adorable as the youngsters, but the script never resolves the heroine's out-of-her-element predicament. Thus, the rosy ending doesn't quite wash. ** from ****