I MARRIED A WITCH

CAPSULE REVIEW –– This film requires a huge leap of faith right from the get go, yet, if you're able to suspend your disbelief and go with the flow, it turns out to be quite an enjoyable little gem. Veronica Lake, most well-known for her sultry beauty, actually gives a winning comedic performance as a centuries' old witch who comes back to wreak havoc on the man who had her burned. She is the best thing going in this silly romantic romp, both vibrantly funny and dangerously sexy. Initially her goal is to ruin the life of Jonathan Wooley (March), unfortunately her love potion goes awry, turning her into a love sick schoolgirl desperate to make him love her. Though attracted to her, Wooley is engaged to someone else and distracted by his upcoming election for senator. What he discovers is that her magic runs more than skin deep. Cecil Kellaway is hysterical as her warlock father who has a penchant for the bottle and a distaste for human love. The film's main drag is the uptight performance of March, who doesn't seem to understand that this is a comedy. Granted, he's supposed to be a descendent of puritans, but he's still just way too serious. He's clearly miscast in such lighthearted fare. Forturnately, Lake is good enough for the both of them. It's too bad her career took such a dive in the 50s. In this flick, she truly shines.