Let's Face It

The army setting for "Let's Face It" appears to have been used simply because the play and film came out during WWII and it was appealing patriotism. However, this really didn't work well simply because this is NOT a military comedy. Although Bob Hope stars in the film and there are a few wartime references and a submarine near the end, this is no "Caught in the Draft" but a film which has almost nothing to do with the war. Because of this, the overall film seems very strange and Hope and his fellow soldiers seem out of place. This reminds me of most Hollywood college films--where you never see the students attending a single class!! Here, you'd never know a war is on and the three soldiers in the film seem about as menacing as three potatoes.

The story involves three older women who want to cheat on their husbands with three soldiers. And, at the same time, the husbands want to cheat on their wives. When both sides discover what the other is doing, they seek to make their partners jealous and pretend to be having a wonderful time with their gigolo army boyfriends or three young girls. None of this is particularly funny and it's punctuated by an occasional song by Betty Hutton. There are some lesser plots...most of which just aren't funny (such as sneaking food to women at a 'fat farm' and some accompanying fat jokes). I would certainly put this among Hope's lesser films and I can see why it's one of his less famous films. Plus it isn't so much a Hope film as one in which they put Hope in the lead. It just seems very inconsequential and at best a time-passer.

The sign over the gate announces a "milk farm": "Reduce by exercise. Milk diet." Betty Hutton is a trainer at the farm, where we first see her encouraging, cajoling and leading her guests through a rigorous set of "reducing" exercises and then sending them out for their big snack—a glass of milk. Even just marching in place, Betty is bursting with energy.

Bob Hope, meanwhile, is a soldier driving a jeep full of supplies across bumpy fields to be delivered to….the back entrance of the milk farm? Yes, he's bootlegging in pies and éclairs and chocolates to the hungry residents. It quickly turns out that Bob and Betty are engaged; their continuing efforts to make it to a wedding day are a main subject of the picture.

The other plot involves three middle-aged husbands taking off for a weekend of "fishing," and their three wives making up their minds to pursue some sports of their own—namely, rounding up three boisterous soldiers to join them on a Sunday outing at the cabin where they suspect their husbands will be. Sure enough, it turns out to be a full house.

Musical numbers include a neat dance by Hope and his two buddies, and also an acrobatic and humorous specialty dance from a night club duo (Nicco and Tanya?). Hutton delivers a bouncy tune complete with fast-talking (!) bursts that make one scramble to keep up.

Hope is good and has the wildest role, including a passage where he feigns injury and insanity with a ketchup-soaked cloth on his head. Hutton is always fun to watch; she and Hope make a cute and wacky couple. Zasu Pitts has a couple of hilarious lines but it's the way she says them that's funny—her chiding a soldier by calling him a "nasty little boy" is only funny the way Zasu says it.

Joe Sawyer is a natural as the often clueless sergeant. The look on his face is priceless when Hutton attacks him with the mystifying charge, "You big brute! You didn't have to murder him just because he hit you with a piece of pie!"

It all gets pretty wild toward the end—the madcap last half hour certainly picks up steam from the early going. The script is not exactly highbrow, but the cast carry it off with enthusiasm and high spirits.

Scene that must be seen to be believed: The film's opening shot shows a row of cows eating out of a trough, then pans to a rear view of the row of cows…then fades into the rear view of a row of fat ladies bending over in the exercise room.

Wartime comedy about soldiers, one of whom is Bob Hope, getting involved with three wives trying to get back at their cheating husbands. Betty Hutton plays Hope's loud girlfriend who runs a retreat for women who want to lose weight. A fat camp, basically. All of that part of the film won't fly today so gird your loins if you're a Karen. Hope is okay here but Betty is a bit much. The early parts of the movie are grating but it gets better. A solid supporting cast helps, including Eve Arden, Zasu Pitts, Raymond Wilburn, and cuties Dona Drake and Marjorie Weaver. It's a somewhat racy film for its time with heavily implied themes like male prostitution going on. Ultimately I enjoyed it in spite of Betty Hutton, not because of her. I'm a big fan but this was not a role tailored to her strengths. Eve Arden though...

Zippy comedy based on a hit Broadway comedy that starred Danny Kaye.

Here it's Bob Hope as the army slacker who sells snacks at a fat farm run by girl friend Betty Hutton. After he wrecks a jeep, he's desperate for money.

Eneter three frustrated wives whose husbands have "gone fishing" for the weekend, leaving them mad. So they decide to "hire" some boys for a party. Eve Arden, Zasu Pitts, and Phyllis Povah are the ladies. But the husband also show up with their dates just as Hutton and friends track down Hope and his two stooges.

Lots of zingy lines as the various couples square off. Hutton sings a couple songs. Co-stars Joseph Sawyer, Dave Willock, Raymond Walburn, Andrew Tombes, Dona Drake, and Cully Richards.

4 snoozes. If that many. Somehow or other, this was on Broadway in the early 40's and ran for a year and a half. Score - not in this movie - by Cole Porter, of all wonderful composers. Danny Kaye in the Hope role and Eve Arden reprising the role she had on the stage. There is no one better in droll delivery than Eve Arden. No one better in anything than Eve Arden. But she can't pull this mediocre nonsense together. Bob Hope tries and goes no further than his usual shtick. And, of course, Betty Hutton is Betty Hutton is Betty Hutton and if you like Betty Hutton, you are home free. For those of us, like myself, who feels as if you might as well be pulling a two ton truck, uphill, and you want to save yourself some energy - let this one rest in the land of best forgotten entertainments from an era that mostly knew better. Outrageously unfunny and, in fact, unkind - the 3 females out on the make to spite their straying husbands - are made fun of and called all sorts of names that would have feminists up in arms today. As well they should be. Anyway, if you like Eve Arden, you'll be happy. AS for the rest -- I think I'd rather go to the dentist.