Seven Little Foys, The (1955)
“I’m not interested in dogs, women, or children — in the order of their importance.”
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Review: The script does little to elevate the basic storyline of a man whose devotion to his career trumps all else, even leading him to miss the news that his wife is dying (!). It’s no wonder poor Clarke is so pissed off, though she’s never given a chance to emerge as anything other than a dour killjoy. The most famous sequence shows Hope and Jimmy Cagney (starring once again as George M. Cohan) dancing together on a tabletop at the Friar’s Club — but considering the scene that comes immediately after this, it’s simply more evidence of Foy’s misguided loyalties. The ending wraps things up in a conveniently Hollywoodized bow, but isn’t convincing for a second. Redeeming Qualities and Moments:
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First viewing. Skip it.
Yet another tepid (now-forgotten) Hope picture. (Sheesh, he’s tiresome. Vitale says: “How many women can love their husbands all the time?!” Is she *nuts*?!)
The jokes don’t work. The songs are weak. The only bright sequence is Hope and Cagney dancing together. … Otherwise, mostly a yawn.