Half a star for Jimmy Stewart at age 57 (though clearly too old to be a father of an 8-year-old), half a star for Glynis Johns at age 42 (she's perky and kinda fun), and half a star for a few shots of San Francisco at the beginning. There's not much else going for this one, folks. The script is awful. The use of the narrator (Ed Wynn) is awful. The boy who is a savant at math and who therefore can pick horse races is ridiculous. Yes it's a family film and meant to be light, but they can be so much better. It seems Director Henry Koster or the studio had a real dog on their hands, and tried desperately to liven it up with a next-door-neighbor artist who has his wife pose in the nude, and the inclusion of Brigitte Bardot. Bardot's scenes are late in the movie, brief, and a snooze – so don't hang on to watching this for them (as I did). Bail early.
Review of Dear Brigitte
