Swinging bachelor Frank Sinatra brought to heel
by conscience-figure David Wayne and marriage-minded Debbie Reynolds. Anyone
pushing notion of the 50's as most repressed of decades should use this for
power point, The Tender Trap a glossary of what we like least about a vanished
era. It's another ofthose where a free spirit gets his fun for a first act and
part of the second, then pays dearly for what footage remains, sympathy
reserved entirely for those who'd marry and embrace a status quo. It was as
though the population was endangered and everyone had to contribute share of
offspring. Celeste Holm speaks piece to effect that a woman unwed at age 33 is
doomed thereafter to losers, drunks, and husbands prowling. Was she right then,
and still so now?
Comedy stands still as policy statements are
issued, most by party pooping David Wayne as Frank's supposed friend who does
more harm than good. Sinatra has numerous girls on the string, but it's not
suggested they stay overnight, the Code still an anchor as of 1955. Debbie
Reynolds is pushy to a point where Frank would be better off ducking her, but
plot dictates they'll unite for the fade, not an entirely happy one even though tendered as such. Based on a play, true to its confinement, with near-whole of action
set in Sinatra digs, and that gets monotonous. The Tender Trap is like a Moon
Is Blue that theatres wouldn't have to worry about playing, being about as
sanitary a sex comedy as was possible to 50's-make. Best takeaway
is the title song, a standard since and for good reason, but it's the only tune
Sinatra or anyone sings during The Tender Trap, which might actually have
worked better as a musical.
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