Yawn. Ho hum. Borrringg. You'd think with such a nice cast, it would have gotten off the ground rather then be just a lead balloon. Miss Sweetheart of 1955 through 1965. Breaks should be given to anyone who asks for one. Before she started whispering her words, she had a voice. As a singer and as an ingenue. A good singer. Then someone came along and directed her to speak and sing breathlessly and ACT. Gimme a break. She lost, for me, whatever interest she may have held. Combine that with her perennial 40-50 year old virgin absurdity, all stiffly rigid in her stance, her movement and whisper, someone over-starched in backbone, jaw, neck, head, shoulders, hips, etc. Had a very sad life from what I've read. Thief of a husband, only child dying before her, etc. Animal lover and protector. Makes me sad for my harsh review of her. The 4 sons were a mess and their parenting left everything to be desired. Patsy Kelly, Margaret Lindsay fun but all too briefly. Byington's last role in movies. I like seeing her in the few movies when she plays a harridan. Paige, also stiff-backed in a part that should have been more loosely limbed. Keeping with her characterization. Hadyn was as always, but less nasal. David Niven is good when he's good. And uninteresting when he's not. He was best in Separate Tables. The direction was not snappy which might have perked up things. The book was a best seller. Read Bosley Crowther's review in the NY Times, He hits the nail on the head. Etc.
Review of Please Don't Eat the Daisies
