Bank robbers led by Douglas Fowley head out to the suburbs to bury their loot. Along comes a toddler, who digs it up, puts it in a wagon and takes it home. Grandma is Evelyn Varden, a shady lady who likes to play the angles. Daddy is Tom Ewell, a paroled ex-con trying to go straight. Mommy is Julie Adams, a straight-laced young woman.
It's a decently executed comedy of the brittle sort that the studios were producing at this time, rather brittle essays in how people were trying to lead normal lives -- whatever those were -- after the Depression and the Second World War. Amidst long stretches in which nothing much happens while the audience is waiting for the neatly-stacked piles of cash to be revealed, Miss Varden's eccentric character offers some smiles. There's also a nice small role for Herbert Anderson as a blase hotel clerk. However agreeable this movie is, it's never more than that.
It's a decently executed comedy of the brittle sort that the studios were producing at this time, rather brittle essays in how people were trying to lead normal lives -- whatever those were -- after the Depression and the Second World War. Amidst long stretches in which nothing much happens while the audience is waiting for the neatly-stacked piles of cash to be revealed, Miss Varden's eccentric character offers some smiles. There's also a nice small role for Herbert Anderson as a blase hotel clerk. However agreeable this movie is, it's never more than that.
