I have no idea where the title even comes from, except a viewer might be shocked how implausible and silly a Douglas Sirk-directed, Samuel Fuller-penned film can actually be. Supposedly, the screenplay was rewritten substantially from Fuller's original. In final form, the story of a parole officer who falls for a parolee makes almost no sense. Sirk's capable direction is the only the thing that holds the film together.

This review reportedly contains spoilers. I can handle the truth.

This might be the most perfect comedy of remarriage ever. It's remarkably modern and sophisticated and one could see it easily transferred to the present (though God-willing no one will dare try, even if this film was a remake itself). Cary Grant fully emerges as Cary Grant with this film and Topper from the same year but it is Irene Dunne who walks away with The Awful Truth. Brilliant performance... that little lilt she does after she laughs kills me every time.