Parts of it have aged badly (the compulsive jokes about female frigidity, male effeminacy etc): Hudson never appears to really be in love with Day; his character seems a terrible jerk; Randall flips from seeming really in love with Day to nonchalantly getting over it in the last 3rd & indeed Hudson's questions about why marriage is paradise are never really answered. For all that parts of it are fun: Elma for one!
Spry farce, immaculately turned-out, but not near as innocuous or cheeky as it would like to think, especially in its reinforcement of social roles and norms. As ever Hudson gets to perform his impersonation of a gay man (not drunk this time!), but it’s all such frothy fun you can let the breeziness wash over you, despite the occasional annoyances of the percussive underlining of the double-takes. Cinematic fondant.