This is not a profound film, nor is it intended to be. The story starts off simply: a housewife, Marjorie, is married to a doctor, Harry. Harry is part of a family of doctors that is so close-knit that there should have been adhesions among its members. Marjorie is such a dedicated wife that she stifles her inclinations to be a writer to help bring harmony to her husband's family, particularly when they have "family meetings." Marjory has a younger sister who is something of a free spirit, and she tells Marjorie that the best thing for a marriage like hers would be if she had an affair.
Harry's older brother, also a doctor, to be sure, is returning to the United States after acting as a missionary-style physician in a third-world country. Naturally, the family wants to hold a welcome-home party, and, naturally, Marjorie is supposed to take care of preparing it. When she's in a market making arrangements for the party, she's picked up by a man who is very sympathetic with her stifled life, and in time, they take a hotel room and have sex multiple times.
Spoilers follow.
After their last encounter, Marjorie discovers that her bedmate has died. Flustered, she gets dressed and leaves the room with haste, bumping into a salesman. The salesman has been unsuccessful in selling window appointments, and is determined to make a sale to the hotel. Naturally, he sneaks into the room where the corpse is, and after trying to trim a window, thinks that his actions have caused the man to die. Previously, he found Marjorie's identification, and contacts her. She speeds back to the hotel to pick up the incriminating evidence, not realizing that the salesman thinks he was the agent of the victim's demise.
As the picture progresses, like any good comedy, the harder people try to rectify things, the further enmeshed they become.
There are some fine lines in the picture, and a few plot twists as good as anything from the screwball comedies of the 1930s and 1940s, even though this film wouldn't have passed the Hayes office back then.
It's not a great film, but it is a lot of gentle fun.
Harry's older brother, also a doctor, to be sure, is returning to the United States after acting as a missionary-style physician in a third-world country. Naturally, the family wants to hold a welcome-home party, and, naturally, Marjorie is supposed to take care of preparing it. When she's in a market making arrangements for the party, she's picked up by a man who is very sympathetic with her stifled life, and in time, they take a hotel room and have sex multiple times.
Spoilers follow.
After their last encounter, Marjorie discovers that her bedmate has died. Flustered, she gets dressed and leaves the room with haste, bumping into a salesman. The salesman has been unsuccessful in selling window appointments, and is determined to make a sale to the hotel. Naturally, he sneaks into the room where the corpse is, and after trying to trim a window, thinks that his actions have caused the man to die. Previously, he found Marjorie's identification, and contacts her. She speeds back to the hotel to pick up the incriminating evidence, not realizing that the salesman thinks he was the agent of the victim's demise.
As the picture progresses, like any good comedy, the harder people try to rectify things, the further enmeshed they become.
There are some fine lines in the picture, and a few plot twists as good as anything from the screwball comedies of the 1930s and 1940s, even though this film wouldn't have passed the Hayes office back then.
It's not a great film, but it is a lot of gentle fun.