Post by mikef6 on Jan 27, 2018 22:49:44 GMT
I only saw it once back in '68. My only memory is that I thought David Niven's obsession with who his (of age?) pregnant daughter's boyfriend was, was more than a little creepy.
Before it was a film it was an approximately year-and-a-half run hit Broadway comedy co-written by Robert Fisher and Arthur Marx. In his autobiography, Marx quoted a newspaper review that said the play was funny but no as much as you would expect from a "son of Groucho" - a phrase that had dogged Marx all his life. In fact, the title of that aforementioned autobiography was "Son Of Groucho."
Before it was a film it was an approximately year-and-a-half run hit Broadway comedy co-written by Robert Fisher and Arthur Marx. In his autobiography, Marx quoted a newspaper review that said the play was funny but no as much as you would expect from a "son of Groucho" - a phrase that had dogged Marx all his life. In fact, the title of that aforementioned autobiography was "Son Of Groucho."