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Philip Dorn and Mary Astor are a couple running a pricey roadhouse. Marshall Thompson and Gloria Grahame (in her screen debut) work for them and hope to get married. Then Dorn wins $40,000 in a sweepstakes, develops a passion for Miss Grahame, and she for him.

On paper it looks like a good set-up, with credited writers like Ferenc Molnar and George Oppenheimer. On the screen, alas, it works only intermittently, when Felix Bressart is speaking as the mlld-mannered bartender, and there are occasional sparks of witty dialogue between Dorn and Miss Astor. Otherwise, it's another Code-compliant, sexless sex comedy, with most of its budget spent pre-production, musical cues are lifted from the Andy Hardy series, and the main pleasure is playing spot-the-players in the crowd. Yes, that's Elisabeth Risdon on a motorcycle on the start. Yes, that's Hume Cronyn and Jessica Tandy at a table. It's not that there are any issues with the production. It's that there's no real issue in the movie, and we know from the beginning that everything will turn out all right.

Based on a play by Ferenc Molnar, Blonde Fever is a 1944 slapped-together MGM comedy filmed in black and white and starring Philip Dorn, Mary Astor, Gloria Grahame (in her film debut) and Marshall Thompson with a mane of dark hair and looking unbelievably young.

The film concerns the owners of a dude ranch, Peter and Delilah Dornay (Dorn and Astor) and the young woman, Sally, (Grahame) who works there and seems to have come between them. Peter is feeling his age and is reaching out to someone younger.

When he wins $40,000 on a lottery ticket, he summons up the courage to declare himself to Sally (who is supposed to be engaged to Freddie (Thompson) and promise her the moon. And she wants it. Then he has to break it to the long-suffering Delilah, who has put him with this flirtation as well as his past gambling debts.

Actually if someone had been back from the war to take the Dorn part, this wouldn't have been half bad. I notice all the reviewers on this site are raving about Grahame, who was wonderful and perfectly cast. For me, though, the star was Astor, whose performance is fabulous.

Someone said this was played for comedy - Astor played it straight, and it worked beautifully. She's quick volleying lines, and when they're coming out of her mouth, you realize the play wasn't badly written.

Unfortunately Astor was past her heyday (according to MGM) having hit the ungodly age of 38 and soon would be playing matrons. Here she's still glamorous and shows what a fine actress she was.

A bit on the down-low for MGM - this is the same type of thing they did to Crawford with "Above Suspicion" - black and white and cheap sets.

Mary Astor, operator of a dude ranch near Reno and wedded to a feckless husband who has had problems with "other women" and gambling in the past, battles with golddigger in training Gloria Grahame, whose interest in suave hubby increases when she learns he's just won $40,000 on a lottery ticket. Will husband realize he should stick with stalwart Mary, or, being smitten with BLONDE FEVER, will he run off with the scheming Ms. Grahame?

While this movie has the plot (and the female cast) for a heckuva a mid-40s soap opera, this one is played as comedy. Alas. With the men playing their parts as broadly as possible, a lot of the result is painful. Nevertheless, Gloria Grahame, not yet a noir heroine, plays her not very nice role well enough, and Mary Astor, in one fairly long dramatic scene when she finally gets fed up with her worthless husband, demonstrates just how well she can act, if given the right part. Shame on MGM for sticking her with all those Mother roles.

There may be a laugh or two buried somewhere in this leaden comedy, but the 70-minutes are now of interest mainly to fans of noir icon Gloria Grahame. Looks like someone tried to adapt sophisticated European comedy to the popular American screen, and it might have worked with a different male lead. Unfortunately, Dutch-born Phillip Dorn makes a very good Nazi but a very poor Cary Grant. His efforts at mugging or delivering romantic dialogue are almost painful to sit through, and bring down the whole effort. Nor does it help that director (Whorf) is a first- timer with no apparent feel for the challenging material. Youngsters Thompson and Grahame do provide lively relief, but are facing what is ultimately a brick wall. And poor Mary Astor, she deserves so much better, but is now apparently on the MGM downgrade. In fact, it's hard to believe this is an MGM production, with its two or three cheap-jack sets that more resemble Monogram than the so-called Tiffany of studios. My guess is that the production was slapped together to meet eager wartime demand for escapist entertainment. This one may fall flat, but at least there's Grahame's special brand of pouty-lipped vamping.

Philip Dorn plays Peter Donay, a co-owner of a very fancy restaurant. However, his wife (the other owner) realizes she's married to a handsome pig. Throughout the film, Peter tries to have his way with the pretty young waitress, Sally (Gloria Graham)...and his wife (Mary Astor) knows her hubby is a philanderer. But instead of divorcing him or even confronting him about this, she tries to manipulate Sally's young boyfriend into coming between her and Peter.

The film is supposed to be funny, though at least for me this was a tough order, as I just kept thinking Peter was a jerk and his wife way too longsuffering. Perhaps such a guy might have been seen as funny back in 1944, but today I think most viewers would just dislike him too much to make this a film to recommend to others. The film does have some good acting and the nice MGM polish....but the story just doesn't work out well due to the script.