Expectations are a bitch.
When I was preparing to watch this, the final and seventh film in my Preston Sturges box set, I was expecting a delightful screwball film; or, at the very least, a fairly humorous comedy. What I got instead was a bland, barely-amusing biopic about a Dr. Morton, a Boston-based dentist who purportedly was the first to use the compound ether as an anesthesia on patients.
The film was only vaguely entertaining to me, but mostly as an oddity in Sturges' ouevre. Joel McCrea was excellent, as he always is. Also, the use of flashbacks was interesting, if only because it was one of the few films of this era to utilize them so heavily.