
In the early seventies, up-and-coming young director Peter Bogdanovich, having recently completed the critically acclaimed The Last Picture Show, decided to make an updated version of a classic thirties screwball comedy. He also very much wanted to work with Barbra Streisand, who was then the biggest female movie star in the world. For inspiration he chose the magnificent Bringing Up Baby, which starred the incomparable team of Cary Grant and Katharine Hepburn. With Ryan O'Neal, fresh from Love Story; and Madeline Kahn, in her first film role, added to the equation, is it any wonder that this is one of the funniest films ever?
The plot, which borrows liberally from Bringing Up Baby, concerns a rather confused musicologist from Iowa, named Howard Bannister (O'Neal) who arrives, with fiancée Eunice Burns (Kahn) in tow, in San Francisco to attend a convention. Here he crosses paths with the hyperkinetic walking disaster area known as Judy Maxwell (Streisand). The antics, for the most part, take place in an ultra-modern (for the times) high-rise hotel. Involving four identical, plaid, overnight bags; one containing Howard's rocks, one Judy's lingerie, another full of valuable gems and the final one carrying top-secret documents. The culminating chase scene is a clever homage to classic sight gags of the silent era. Believe me, this movie is as funny as it sounds.
Barbra Streisand has never been sexier than she is in this movie. To me, the peak moment of her screen career takes place in the scene where Ryan O'Neal's character discovers her lying atop a piano on an unfinished floor near the top of the hotel. She imitates Bogie, then sings an absolutely exquisite version of As Time Goes By, all the while seducing the befuddled Mr. Bannister. Then in true Streisand fashion, she cuts the song, and the scene, short, with a gag. The piano bench breaks and they tumble to the floor.
The supporting members of the ensemble cast are all wonderful. Austin Pendleton and Mabel Albertson, as well as the always-hilarious Madeline Kahn, are particular standouts. From the glorious rendition of Cole Porter's, You're the Top over the opening credits, to the final 'That's all, folks', this is a non-stop celebration of silliness. A timeless comedy classic that can be watched over and over again, and believe me I speak from experience.



















