It was nice seeing some of rock and rolls earliest hit makers doing their thing at intervals throughout this otherwise lame comedy about a an alcoholic talent agent (Ewell) taking on a gangster's girlfriend (Mansfield) as a client. Problem is, she has no discernible talent except cooking. An even bigger problem: she and the agent fall for each other. Badly dated, made by Hollywood's old guard for an audience used to big bands, not rockabilly. Ewelll was much better in a film from the same period, The Seven Year Itch, with Marilyn Monroe, who could act rings around the inept Mansfield. Mansfield's only claim to fame was vaguely resembling Monroe. In all honesty, she he reminded me of a female impersonator. Skip this one.
Review of The Girl Can't Help It
