This isn't the Marx Brothers Paramount classic, but still one of the funniest and smartest Hollywood comedies. It's a movie that has never secured the reputation it deserves, considering its pedigree. It was made by, arguably, Hollywood's greatest ever studio director, Howard Hawks, who was also responsible for the scatty Bringing Up Baby and dynamic His Girl Friday. Hawks is reunited here with his star from those films, Cary Grant, who gives a sublime performance as a man reduced to juvenility for arcane plot reasons too complex to divulge. Ginger Rogers is a great foil, but it's Marilyn Monroe who steals the movie, aided and abetted by avuncular Charles Coburn. Hawks jazzes up the story with witty optical effects, and, all in all, this one is a humdinger.