Most people know The Awful Truth as the screwball comedy that helped make Cary Grant a star. To my lovely wife, it's the movie with a scene where a cute dog hides its eyes to play hide-and-seek. Of course, my wife, owner of two good eyes, is also a fan of Cary Grant. But it was Mr. Smith (Asta from the Thin Man movies -- so huge he has his own fan site) who won the lady's heart. Now, she happens to be working on a book that's a romantic comedy that also includes a dog playing a prominent role, so I thought she might have some pithy comments or cogent analysis after we finished watching the movie tonight -- we had to break it up into two nights, since being eight months pregnant is apparently "tiring" or something like that. Instead, this is what she gave me: "I liked Mr. Smith." A combination of pregnancy brain and inveterate love of dogs produced a kindergarten thesis from my English major wife. Oh well -- classic Hollywood screwballs are one of the few genres we'll willingly sit in the same room for, which explains why there will probably be a blog post in the near future on Mamma Mia!
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