My Favorite Spy (1951)
“It’s nights like this that drive men like me to women like you for nights like this.”
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… but ultimately lacks the comedic sensibility and timing necessary for her role as Hope’s foil; she takes everything far too seriously. Hope, meanwhile, seems to be merely repeating his character from My Favorite Blonde (minus the trained penguin); at least his protagonist in My Favorite Brunette had the unique job of being a baby photographer. Equally disappointing is the failed use here of Hope in doppelganger roles: as others have commented, the one scene in which they’re both present on-screen is shot from such an awkward angle that it doesn’t quite look realistic, and the two characters never even have a chance to talk to one another. My Favorite Spy ultimately ends up feeling oddly similar to entries in the Road to… series, complete with Paramount’s faux-exotic backlots and soundstages — which suddenly shift to real-life outdoor sets in California during the film’s wacky slapstick ending (involving a firetruck and Spanish-speaking firemen — in Tangiers??). Stick with My Favorite Brunette as the only one of the My Favorite… outings that’s must-see for all film fanatics.
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Not a must. Just more ‘Hope-less’ piffle. Not all that funny, but with the occasional slight wit that could bring a smile.
A Hope film without Crosby, though, is often a bit easier to take. I’ve no problem with his persona – there is certainly something inviting about it, compared to Crosby’s somewhat ‘icy’, removed demeanor. But it really is a shame that Hope (even when alone) labored under such awful writing material. (I do like Hope’s small, ‘evil twin’ bit, tho. And I like that he doesn’t talk in the dual role.)
Fave bit: the kissing camels.