The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer (1947)

1947
Directed by: Irving Reis
Starring: Cary Grant, Myrna Loy, Shirley Temple,
Ray Collins, Rudy Vallee, Johnny Sands, Harry Davenport

It was while watching Love in the Afternoon that it struck me how much I preferred Cary Grant to Gary Cooper. Since attraction is subjective, I always found Grant's a much more interesting face. Besides, I think he is a darn sight better actor than Gary Cooper ever was. And I personally believe that no one did the dry, deadpan humour as well as Cary Grant did. Again, a subjective opinion, so Gary Cooper fans can relax. :)

So I was thrilled when Netflix deposited The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer in my mailbox. I had been looking out for it ever since I read Dustedoff's wonderful review of the film. So it was with an air of delicious anticipation that I waited to watch the film. I must admit that I was prepared to be pleased and I was. Very.

Of course, before I get to the movie itself, the preamble...

My husband (taking the DVD out of its sleeve): Your film has arrived.

Me: Which film?

Him: The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer. What the heck is a bobby-soxer?

Me (insouciantly): An adolescent girl, of course! (With an air of 'You don't know *that*? Of course, I didn't know it either, until last year, but am I going to tell him that? Actually, it stands for adolescent girls who turn down the tops of their socks - we did that in school all the time growing up; who knew there was a specific term for that?)

Him: Okay, but if it is boring, I'm going to fall asleep. (We were both exhausted from all the snow-shovelling that we did earlier that day.)
Me: (in anticipation of watching Cary Grant on screen) Uh-huh...

Well, he didn't fall asleep. If that is not a recommendation for a movie, you don't know my husband.