In their first screen
pairing, Spencer Tracy and Katharine Hepburn play an oil-and-water
combination of hard-boiled sportswriter and prototypical feminist
pundit. She thinks sports are frivolous and should be
suspended
for the duration of the war; he disagrees and argues that sports are
good for the morale of the country and the troops. Naturally,
they fall in love. From the moment Spence and Kate first
share
the screen, their uncanny chemistry is evident: two actors so eerily in
tune with each other's timing that they know precisely the moments to
interject a little one-upsmanship, intuitively aware that the other
will respond in kind. They are the whole show, nearly
overcoming
a spotty and high-handed screenplay, as well as George Stevens's overly
safe direction. The much-maligned ending, in which Hepburn
decides to become a traditional coffee-making housewife, fails not
because of its political incorrectness, but because it rings so false
and the comedy is so forced. But there are plenty of
delightful
scenes (my favorite being Hepburn's first time at a baseball game), and
the stars were incapable of making any vehicle less than worthwhile.
- JL