A low-key romantic comedy set at Christmastime and starring Robert Mitchum in a more-or-less wholesome role, wooing the very young Janet Leigh. The role seemed a good career move at the time (1949), as Mitchum was trying to recover from bad publicity regarding a marijuana bust.

The star plays it ultra-cool, as always, but this time there’s no femme fatale lurking in the background, waiting to bring out his dark side. Instead, his secret friend is a squirrel he feeds on a bench in Central Park.

It’s better than I’m making it sound. The dialogue is sharp and the resolution of Leigh’s romantic dilemma is satisfying.