Just dreadful, and all that Max Steiner Mickey Mouse music that Warners always used to telegraph comedy. Van Druten was definitely a writer of his place and time, and doesn't translate very well. Anyone seen "Old Acquaintance" lately? But Ronald Reagan? Wayne Morris? Eleanor Parker, dripping inexperience, Eve Arden, dripping faux archness, Kent Smith, just dripping. Apparently this was a hot property, having played a zillion Broadway stage performances, but then, I suspect, a lot of things were hot properties during the war years; then again, Margaret Sullavan could give any piece of dreck magic. So Warners must have paid a good price for it, then cast it with subpar contract performers, on the cheap, to even costs out, I suppose, gave it their standard heavy handed '40's comedy wrappings, and other than as a relic, and a not very good one, to satisfy one's curiosity, it is unwatchable after one viewing.
Review of The Voice of the Turtle
