Father Goose. The man looks as seamy as an old sea bag. His chin sprouts a day's growth of stubble. Tattered shirttails flap outside his trousers, and he tops the ensemble with either a disreputable yachting cap or a sweat-stained fedora. Coltish Leslie Caron sums him up succinctly as "a rude, foulmouthed, drunken, filthy beast."
The filthy beast is Gary Grant, somewhat whimsically cast as a Pacific island beach bum. World War II has begun, and Grant greets it with the disdain he might ordinarily show for a stale canape. Nevertheless, Australian Navy Commander...
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