Os Noivos de Minha Noiva

This is a kind of film not made any more. It is a quiet comedy with intelligent, literate, articulate, unhappy adult humans attempting to work through their problems. Though the framework is farce, the lighting here is dark, the pace relaxed. If you have no patience for this approach don't waste your time.

But if you are tired of strident, moronic comedies about slobs or adolescents or balky zippers, this is a great opportunity to see a bunch of fine acting pro's at the top of their game. David Niven surprises with his precise physical comedy, Ginger Rogers and Dan Dailey are more thoughtful than usual, and Tony Randall thins out his baritone to be even more nerdy and creepy than usual.

There are also some sly jokes in the music track, with quotes from "Love Is A Many Splendored Thing" and Wagner's "Tristan und Isolde" underlining some of the more absurd dramatic situations. Ocean liner buffs will also cherish the final reel shot on the French Line's Liberte.

Our attitudes have changed since the 1950's about psychiatry, alcohol and stalking ex-lovers. Fine, consider the social archeology as a bonus, and learn how we've changed and how we haven't. It shouldn't stop you from smiling, or even laughing.

Highly recommended for those who don't confuse adrenalin with humor.

There's a Mike Nichols and Elaine May LP sketch about psychiatry (she's the libidinous doctor, he's the patient) from around the same time that manages to do in three minutes what this movie fails to accomplish in an hour and a half: make hilarious sport of the sexual undercurrents implicit in the doctor-patient relationship. This one's done in by a stagy screenplay derived from a hit Broadway sex comedy of the day, an ugly production, and some howlers of miscasting. David Niven's supposed to be a promising young psychiatrist; he's 50 and looks it, and he's mismatched against Barbara Rush as his fiancée, an ostensibly adorable sprite who comes off as grating by today's standards. Dan Dailey (rather good, despite formidable odds) is an "amusingly" alcoholic stage star married to Ginger Rogers, who -- interestingly, given her starring role in "Lady in the Dark" years before -- once again is the woman on the couch who needs to be dominated by an alpha male to be happy. Tony Randall, in what could be considered a warmup for Felix Unger, is the sniveling, fussy, paranoid anhedoniac mixed up in this mixed-up crowd. Writer-director Johnson tries to slam the laughs across, lapsing into overwritten, over-directed fantasy scenes (though it's fun to see Rogers framed by an aluminum-foil halo, like a child in a Christmas pageant) and easy happy endings for nearly all concerned that one doesn't buy for a minute. And, typical of big studio comedies of the time, the characters drink and drink, which is supposed to be hilarious, and meet via unconvincing coincidences (Randall just happens to look up Rush the same night that Dailey does; both just happen to have had flings with her years before; both have just met Niven that very day, who's supposed to sail with her on a honeymoon cruise the next day; etc.). Interesting for the sociology, I guess, as psychiatry was going mainstream, and middle American audiences could chortle at the zany, immature doings of this allegedly smart, cosmopolitan set. But it's a pretty leaden comedy, even by the not-high standards of the time.

A psychoanalyst is about to get married. However, at the same time things get out of hand with some of his patients and life becomes a total mess over the course of the film.

"Oh, Men! Oh, Women!" is an incredibly bad film. It's shocking, as the movie has some very good actors....and so I know you can't blame it on most of the actors*! No, I blame it mostly on two folks...the writers (I assume they were chimps) and the director (who must have demanded the actors emote MORE in every scene). It's really a shame, as with David Niven, Ginger Rogers, Dan Dailey, Barbara Rush and Tony Randall it SHOULD have been very good...or at least not irritating. Instead, it comes off like a terrible sitcom or local community theater production. Labored and unfunny throughout.

*I DO blame Dan Dailey. He was an experienced actor and I don't know how his performance could have been MORE shrill and LESS subtle. This has to be his worst performance.

It takes a lot of talented people to come up with a comedy so misguided as this. Their intentions must have been honorable, and everyone fights frantically to keep the goods from sinking, but it's a loss, one of those drawing-room disasters which might have looked good on the page but not stretched across the widescreen. David Niven plays a psychoanalyst bored with his patients and confused over his fiancée's involvement with two of his clients. The actors drink and slur their words...why? Is it funnier to hear drunken wisecracks? Tony Randall as a neurotic and Barbara Rush as the prospective bride get the worst of it: his badgering ninnyisms and her high-pitched hysteria are not funny for any era. Based on a play, and obviously so, with tatty furnishings and dull, flat sets. A scene early on, with Rush in a taxi, is the high-point...we actually get outdoors and away from the whining.

One wonders whose idea it was to film Edward Chodorov's play? Nunnally Johnson, an otherwise good director, must have been under the influence when he agreed to direct this silly comedy.

The movie has a distinct 50's look. The story about a Manhattan shrink with a well-to-do clientele might have been funny on the stage, but as we watch it unfold on the screen it's just ridiculous. Even being kind about it, no one can say anything good about the movie, which, by the way, it's not even funny.

The only curious thing about "Oh Men, Oh Women" is that it was Tony Randall's film debut. A great cast is totally wasted. Dan Dailey, Ginger Rogers, David Niven and Barbara Rush might have looked good to the casting department, but in the film they are mired by a screen play that goes nowhere. Also in the film is the delightful Natalie Schafer, a stage actress that made it big in television in the series "Gilligan's Island".

If you have nothing to do, read a book, but don't waste your time with this stinker.