A 50s domestic/office comedy that Stan Shapiro, Blake Edwards, James Garner, Doris Day Rock Hudson and Suzanne Pleshette could do in their PJs (and did), in the heavy, lumbering, non funny hands of Jose Ferrer and some writer called Rip Van Ronkle (that I was outraged to learn was not a pseudonym) is like a 747 trying to take off from a too short runway (i.e. it's aborted which, considering the pregnancy sub plot, is appropriate imagery). Give it a generous C since it's interesting to see the debut of Gena Rowlands who, I'm happy to say, would ditch comedy for drama as her director co star should have done.
Review of The High Cost of Loving
