What begins as an interesting idea for farce quickly falls apart under stalwart morality, with the notion that poor, hard-working folks are always happier and better off than the wealthy, miserable rich. Young man returns home to his wife and baby son after 18 months in the Navy, only to find that his toddler can talk like a grown-up (who only speaks to Pop) and gives spot-on stock market tips to boot! Of course, money rolling in means a loss of romance between the husband and wife, and only infant Bobbikins can save the day. Rather pointless, despite a cheery facade, intermittent songs, and a modest but amiable production. As the Mrs., Shirley Jones has to be tense, worried and motherly to everyone--appropriate for Jones' persona, but not an acting stretch; in the lead, Max Bygraves overworks his immature enthusiasm and maniacal laugh (very annoying), however the baby is adorable. Why can't these characters have wealth and happiness...or is there a movie rule which makes this unseemly? ** from ****
Review of Bobbikins
