Last night we watched Move Over, Darling, Doris Day's 1963 remake of My Favorite Wife. I liked some of it, but, sadly, Chuck Connors is no Randolph Scott and I felt the movie, compared to the original, was hyper-inflated and over-sentimentalized. Doris was too often written much stupider and ditzy than Myrna Loy's character and James Garner was an inspired choice for Cary Grant's role. Thelma Ritter, who can do no wrong, was given needlessly and unnecessary condescending schtick with the Latina housekeeper, and, as in the original, Edgar Buchanan as the Judge, and the other wonderful character men walk off with the move.
