A mystical bust of a turbaned god gives a bickering, unsatisfied married couple exactly what they want: they switch bodies...but unfortunately not voices, which means the husband--who is one-third of a partnership in a big city advertising firm--talks like a girl and prances around his office complete with pocketbook! Very early entry in the body-switching genre is much fresher than some of the similar comedies which followed years later; the film doesn't have an esteemed reputation, so it's difficult to imagine that it influenced other pictures, but surely this was the starting point (or close to it). There are some very fast, very funny lines, quick and efficient gags, bright performers--however the first thirty minutes (a straight satire on big business before the 'magical' troubles begin) is just fine all by itself. The body-switching ploy pretty much comes out of nowhere and sticks out as a gimmick, when actually the movie was progressing very well without it. **1/2 from ****
Review of Turnabout
