Hedy Lamarr was never more beautiful than in this movie, true. But that doesn't save it. She is given a thankless part, completely undeveloped, with no good lines and a lot of embarrassingly foolish situations. The result leaves her with nothing to work with, so she can do nothing but look nice. I suppose the part could have been cast with a scatter-brained blonde - imagine Ann Southern, perhaps? - but they why would the astronomer have married her?

William Powell was one of Hollywood's great actors in the 1930s and 40s. But an actor has to have something to work with, and once again, the scriptwriters gave him nothing. Whether it was his own idea or the director's, he ends up hamming some scenes up badly, which is embarrassing from the actor who gave us My Man Godfrey, the various Thin Man movies, etc.

By 1944 Fay Bainter had given us her portrayal of Ellen Whitcomb in *Woman of the Year.* Why was she cast in the ungrateful role of an astrologer who suddenly turns out, with no preparation at all, to be a rations hoarder?

Or, put more bluntly, why was this script made into a movie without a lot more development, and why was it cast with these people in parts that were not suited to them?

This is an annoyingly bad movie.