How to Marry a Millionaire (1953) –
It’s trying to get by on star power, costuming, and shots of New York—all of
which it has in spades—but this film is clumsy, tiresome (you about root against Bacall, and oh, God, that interminable symphonic intro), and badly contrived,
with obvious (and dated) humor; it might also be noteworthy for pioneering the use
of CinemaScope (bugs and all) and the knife it used to stab feminism in the
face. 4
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