Movie Monday: That Touch of Mink 1962
In my mind, Doris Day is the reigning virginal Hollywood actress. Her characters are often squeaky clean, all smiles, and are never comfortable with pillowtalk unless it is with her respective husband (Rock Hudson, anyone?). Leave it to Cary Grant to change all of that.
In That Touch of Mink, it seems that none of the fellas can get it through their thick skulls that Cathy Timberlake is just not that kind of girl. Cathy’s quite happy on her high horse, as unemployable as she is, until quite by accident, she’s wooed by millionaire Mr. Shayne (Cary Grant), who whisks her away on a trip to Bermuda. In a hotel. With one bed. And plenty of alcohol. It’s enough to make Cathy break out in hives, which, of course, she does- ruining the romantic getaway and further proving that she just really isn’t that kind of girl. Though, in fear of losing Mr. Shayne‘s interest, and despite advice from her roommate, she sets out to win him back with whatever womanly wiles she can muster.
The movie is full of hilarious innuendos, all as wholesome as you might expect from an early 1960‘s film, though more daring than you might have thought ’62 could muster. Doris Day is at her finest in this film, without the need for breaking out into song (just hives), and keeping her normally squealy voice down to a minimum. (Sometimes that lady is just too much for me. I will admit.)
In That Touch of Mink, the characters could easily be seen as 1962 caricatures, mid century cliches shine through (though not too glaringly), and the comedy is just screw ball enough to be delightful, though restrained enough to be tasteful. In all honesty, I would have to declare That Touch of Mink to be my favorite 1960’s comedy. (Ask me later, and I reserve the right to change my mind. As always!)