dougdoepke Great screwball comedy with all the many monkeyshines. I'm still wondering how they got our distant hairy cousin to act out on cue so ably. I kept looking for a guy somewhere inside the monkey suit, but no luck. So why didn't this amazing Esther get co-star billing. Then again, the humans are in top form too, and I don't just mean just the curvaceous Monroe. Thanks to the liquid rejuvenator, Grant gets to change personality faster than his clothing, while a sober-sided Rogers can suddenly morph into a 12-year old break-dancer. But where were the cops when Grant and Monroe do a NASCAR rally all over LA streets. It may be a hair-raiser trip but it's a laugher anyway. I'm glad they didn't have Coburn and the oldsters acting like 12-year olds, otherwise someone's heart medicine would get a workout. I guess squirting water at each other was enough. No need to go on after so many detailed reviews, except to say aces all around from top to bottom. And please, oh please, send this geezer a vial of the good liquid stuff— after all, I still have my eye on Monroe.

classicsoncall I guess there's a fine line between screwball comedy and slapstick. This one came down a bit more on the slapstick side once it got going and left me somewhat unsatisfied, even with the caliber of players in the lead roles. Cary Grant was a veteran of these kinds of pictures, but for a better definition of 'screwball', you'd have to check him out in "Bringing Up Baby" or "His Gal Friday", both from a decade earlier.Something occurred to me as I watched this and I never mentioned it before, but there's always a first time. Have you ever noticed, no matter how big the star or their celebrity appeal, it all seems to go by the boards when they step into a 1950's era kitchen and the appliances make things feel so outdated. That's the first thing that hit me when the Fulton's (Grant and Ginger Rogers) entered their home for the first time. Not that it bothers me because that's just the way things were, but it's something of a shocker when you see it today considering all the modern gadgetry we have available now. Just an observation.Now Marilyn Monroe, it didn't help her real life persona to be cast in a role like this because she had to carry that dumb blonde personality around all throughout her short career. If she had gotten more roles like the her character Roslyn Taber in "The Misfits", well, who knows, her self esteem might have taken her on an entirely different course. As it is, we'll never know.So getting back to the story, we come to find out that at least in this case, the old fountain of youth is not all that it's cracked up to be, especially when monkeyshines are involved. Speaking of which, I wish the chimp who performed here was credited for the role, it had the best facial expressions of any I've ever seen, and that would include Cheeta from all those Tarzan flicks of old. You know, Cheeta lived to the ripe old age of seventy nine, so when Barnaby described 'Rudolph' as being eighty four, the writers wouldn't have been too far off the mark. But then again, they had 'Esther' on screen, so who would ever know?After all the hi-jinx, the story finally comes around to the message we probably all were waiting for, that is, the idea expressed in my summary line delivered by Barnaby Fulton. Another way of expressing it would have been the way Barnaby replied to Miss Laurel (Monroe) when she asked him if his motor was running - "Is yours?"

stine0202 I would have liked this movie were it not for Ginger Rogers. She is so painfully annoying from start to finish, I wanted to scream. After consuming her first dose of the formula... Oh what an absolute disaster. She is whiny and irritating to the point that I wonder how any man agreed to marry her in the first place. Had I not known that she was such a brilliant dancer before this movie, I would say that her skills in this area are clumsy and embarrassing. I would have been laughing as an innocent bystander watching her gallop around the dance floor. She only seems like a drunken fool rolling around on the floor then weeping before locking her husband out of the honeymoon suite she insisted on staying in. And, to top it all off, we find out that she called her ex beau (who she continues to contact throughout the movie to arouse jealousy) accusing her husband of abuse. All of this disaster is lightly sloughed off by her the next day as angry reporters, mother and ex boyfriend are infiltrating their house and interrogating her husband. Yet, he doesn't even seem in the slightest bit bothered with her. How unrealistic. I cannot believe this garbage actually made it through the screening process of production.

jarrodmcdonald-1 No, it's not the Marx Brothers in 1931. It's Cary Grant and Ginger Rogers, and they are headlining a 20th Century Fox motion picture directed by Howard Hawks (one of many that Grant and Hawks made together). In true Hawksian fashion, the keyword is 'screwball.' That means one absurd moment gets piled on top of the next. Until all of a sudden, all heck breaks loose and a comic free-for-all ensues. In this picture, the leads play a couple that seem to be growing old as well as growing young together thanks to a rejuvenation serum. There is an uproarious sequence where Miss Rogers thinks Mr. Grant has become a baby. Charles Coburn costars as the meddling boss, and Marilyn Monroe is the secretary who must find someone who can type his correspondence. (Coburn and Monroe would re-team later in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, continuing their version of a perversely funny couple.)Careful, there's a banana peel on the floor...