Julie Andrews (hot off her triumph in The Sound of Music) stars as Millie Dillmount — a small-town girl who comes to New York during the “roaring twenties” in search of a secretarial job and an unattached boss. Before you can say “23 skidoo,” Millie befriends fellow single girl Mary Tyler Moore and comes across a white slavery plot run by a hysterically funny Beatrice Lillie. Sammy Cahn and Jimmy Van Heusen contributed to the tuneful score.
Former Marine pilot George Roy Hill began his career as an actor, debuting with Cyril Cusack’s company at the Abbey Theatre in Dublin. He scored a personal success in Strindberg’s “The Creditors” (1950) at the Cherry Lane Theatre, before concentrating on writing and directing for American TV in the 1950s. He scripted and acted in his first work for NBC’s “Kraft Television Theatre”, the autobiographical “My Brother’s Keeper” (1953), inspired by his pilot’s experience of being “talked down” by a ground controller, and “A Night to Remember” (also for “Kraft”), a drama about the sinking of the Titanic, earned him 1956 Emmy nominations as director and co-author. Hill scored a huge success in his Broadway directing debut, the Pulitzer Prize-winning “Look Homeward, Angel” (1957,) and made his feature film debut helming the adaptation of Tennessee Williams’ play “Period of Adjustment” (1962), which he had directed on Broadway.
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Those who disparage this delightful film clearly don't get its political implications; the very notion of being "thoroughly modern" needed affirmation in the 60s, as it does now, and we would do well to envy how effective this sort of kitsch can be. Divining an entire song and dance routine from "well, what did you have for dinner?" is on such a higher plane than our comedians aspire to that it's almost embarrassing.
Generally zippy pastiche-piffle that gets by on sheer energy and dopey charm. All a bit of a sugar rush really but a pleasant diversion with peppy performances and a good feel for a re-imagined period whipping-up the paper-thin plot into a whirling dervish of silly fun. Probably the closest Aunt Edna got to a sixties loosening of her corset without flopping-out entirely at Woodstock.