This film reminds one of the wit and stellar acting of which Hollywood was capable in its golden age. Must anyone comment upon a Tracy-Hepburn film, especially their last screen role together when Spence says he does remember what it was like to fall in love? The film's feel is light, witty, and melodramatic, a far cry from a gritty naturalistic investigation of interracial marriage, but I agree with the late Mr. Ebert--this film is a delight. What empathetic soul could to fail to see its charms? Alas! Mr. Kehr does: I fear that to label this film dismissively as a dismal morality play says more about Mr. Kehr than it does about the film.