Josh Murray’s review published on Letterboxd:
From the often acceptable George Stevens comes a love triangle that could only ever end one way. It's not a huge problem, because the setup provides such ideal dynamics for stageu screwball hijinx. I may not remember the film's specifics too well in the future, but everything is done well.
Cary Grant and Jean Arthur make me laugh more than just about anyone in their era, so the combined power is impressive. Arthur's body language and scrambling in her lies is an absolute joy. Friedrich Hollaender's score drives a surprising number of scenes and it's probably one of the first movies to make terrific use of multiple dogs.
#9 of 1942.