This one hearkens back to the "screwball" comedies of previous decades. Walter Matthau was good, as always. Goldie Hawn as the wide-eyed, ditzy ingenue was excellent, and gorgeous as well. But the real star was Ingrid Bergman, whose presence got me to watch the film in the first place. She has that "it" thing, the movie-star charisma that captivates an audience. She was still very beautiful, twenty-five years after "Casablanca". But then again, I'm over sixty, and if I'd seen the movie at 25, I might have just considered her an old lady, and not paid much attention to her. It would have been my loss, though.
Review of Cactus Flower
