Kate is in fine form in this picture. Of course, she got everything she wanted: George Cukor for her director, Cary Grant for her leading man, James Stewart as the reporter she gets drunk with, and fine supporting performances from Ruth Hussey and Mary Nash. You can tell they’re all having the time of their lives.
Kate’s character has painted herself into a corner. She’s got such high standards, no mortal man can measure up. She’s about to marry a stuffed shirt who worships the ground she walks on—the polar opposite of her first husband (Grant). Rosalind Russell nearly made the same mistake in “The Front Page.” How any woman could divorce Grant is beyond me, but Kate’s character is awfully confused when the picture opens. She thinks she wants to be worshipped.
Fortunately for Kate, she’s got Stewart to remind her how to be human.
But life isn’t only champagne and kisses. The uptight fiancé cares only for appearances, and things look pretty bad. He’s ready to defend his bride’s honor, but Grant beats him to it. Maybe he’s a wee bit jealous, too.
Of course he wins Kate back. About time she came to her senses!