The Eighth Day of the Week

The hero and heroine are two nice youngsters, decent white-collar types, who yearn to be alone with each other but can find no place to go. The building in which he has a drab apartment collapses early in the film, a belated casualty of wartime damage, and he has to move in with friends. Seems they are always present when he wants to take his girl there, and he can’t take her to her own lodgings because she lives with her nosey family in a few cramped rooms.

Once they go out to the country for a Sunday afternoon, but the girl is a whimsical creature and feels too exposed out there. Once they make a wild endeavor to embrace in a dark, barn-like place, when suddenly they discover the joint is crowded with a swarm of jeering bums. And once (in the most amusing sequence) they find themselves trapped overnight in a department store, stocked with liquor and beautiful beds. But this time nothing happens because they get themselves rosily soused in joyous celebration and pass out, paralyzed. The sequence is done in color, to jazzy music, and is good. —NYtimes.com