There are few inconveniences in life more irritating than having one’s privacy invaded, particularly when the invader has grey hair, an abundance of opinions and absolutely no intention of minding his own business. Add to this an attractive young soldier, an apartment built for one and a housing shortage of national proportions, and one has the ingredients for a romantic comedy of considerable amusement. Such is the delightful predicament presented by The More the Merrier (1943), directed by George Stevens and featuring Jean Arthur, Joel McCrea and Charles Coburn.
Set in wartime Washington, D.C., the film takes an ordinary domestic nuisance and elevates it into a comedy of human relationships, romantic confusion and the remarkable ingenuity with which people contrive to interfere in affairs that do not concern them. Released during the Second World War, it is a picture that understands an important truth about human nature: a shortage of houses may be a national emergency, but a shortage of privacy is a personal catastrophe.
Washington, during those war years, was bursting at the seams. Government employees, military personnel and assorted patriotic souls had descended upon the capital in such numbers that finding a decent room had become an enterprise requiring patience, persistence and perhaps divine intervention. Among those attempting to maintain some semblance of domestic tranquillity is Connie Milligan (Jean Arthur), an attractive and independent government employee who possesses a small apartment and a perfectly reasonable desire to keep it to herself.
Connie is practical, orderly and rather particular about her privacy. Unfortunately, circumstances have little regard for the preferences of young ladies, particularly when the housing situation has become desperate. She reluctantly agrees to rent a room to Benjamin Dingle (Charles Coburn), an elderly gentleman visiting Washington on government business.
Dingle is a most agreeable old gentleman, provided one does not expect him to respect the boundaries of another person’s domestic establishment. He possesses a cheerful disposition, a fertile imagination and an extraordinary talent for arranging other people’s lives without first obtaining their permission. He is the sort of gentleman who, upon entering a house as a lodger, appears to regard himself as having acquired a supplementary position as household manager, moral adviser and director of matrimonial affairs.
Connie soon discovers that her new tenant is not particularly interested in occupying his room quietly and paying his rent punctually. He has other ambitions, most of them involving the lives of people who have made the unfortunate mistake of becoming acquainted with him.
Things take a decidedly more interesting turn when Dingle encounters Sergeant Joe Carter (Joel McCrea), a handsome young military officer who is also searching desperately for accommodation. Dingle, recognising an opportunity that would be wasted on a less enterprising gentleman, arranges for Joe to share Connie’s apartment. Whether Connie has been consulted is a matter of considerably less importance in Dingle’s administrative scheme.
The poor woman is understandably appalled. Having agreed to accommodate one gentleman, she now finds herself with two, one elderly and incorrigibly meddlesome, the other young, handsome and altogether too agreeable to look at. Joe, meanwhile, develops an immediate attraction towards his landlady, although Connie’s initial reaction suggests that romance is not among the services she intends to provide with the accommodation.
Dingle, however, is not a man to permit such an opportunity to go to waste. He quickly recognises the attraction between the two younger occupants and appoints himself their unofficial matchmaker. His methods are ingenious, his intentions are benevolent and his regard for other people’s objections is practically non-existent. Through a succession of carefully contrived situations, misunderstandings and domestic manoeuvres, he attempts to bring Connie and Joe together.
The apartment, which was already rather short of space, now becomes positively crowded with romantic possibilities. Doors, corridors and shared rooms become instruments of comedy, while Connie’s efforts to preserve her dignity provide Dingle with an inexhaustible supply of entertainment.
Eventually, the three discover that their unexpected domestic arrangement has provided them with something rather more valuable than additional accommodation. It has brought companionship, affection and, in the case of Connie and Joe, the possibility of love. Dingle, one suspects, considers the entire affair a personal triumph, although he would probably be too modest to mention that he had engineered almost every important development himself.
Jean Arthur is the delightful centre of the proceedings. Her portrayal of Connie is distinguished by the nervous gestures, expressive facial movements, hesitant speech and understated comic intelligence that made her such an appealing performer. She gives us a young woman who is independent without being disagreeable, dignified without being humourless and romantic without being in any hurry to admit it.
Connie is not one of those heroines who take one look at a handsome gentleman and immediately abandon every principle they have ever held. She has her reservations, her expectations and, indeed, a fiancé. Charles Pendergast represents the respectable and predictable future she has apparently selected for herself. Whether this is the future she actually desires is another question altogether.
Joel McCrea is admirably suited to the role of Joe Carter. He possesses the easygoing charm, handsome appearance and unaffected manner that made him such an effective romantic leading man. McCrea was particularly convincing as the decent, straightforward American gentleman, and Joe is very much in that tradition. He is neither a flamboyant romantic hero nor a gentleman who considers every conversation an opportunity to display his eloquence. He is simply a sincere young man who finds himself falling for a woman whose apartment he has entered under rather unusual circumstances.
Charles Coburn, however, is the gentleman who steals the show. His Benjamin Dingle is an irresistible combination of geniality, mischief and meddlesome enthusiasm. He has the appearance of a respectable elderly gentleman, but the instincts of a theatrical impresario who has discovered three unsuspecting actors and decided to direct their lives without rehearsal.
Coburn plays the character with magnificent ease. His expressions, timing and apparently innocent interventions give the film much of its comic vitality. Dingle is simultaneously a lodger, a guardian, a matchmaker and a self-appointed authority on the romantic destinies of his fellow occupants. One can hardly blame Connie for occasionally losing her patience, although it would be difficult to imagine the film being half as entertaining without him.
Richard Gaines plays Charles Pendergast, Connie’s fiancé and a respectable Washington bureaucrat. He represents the conventional, orderly and somewhat predictable future that Connie appears to have arranged for herself. Gaines performs the role effectively, although his character naturally suffers when placed beside Joe’s warmth and Dingle’s irrepressible personality. In a competition for romantic excitement, Pendergast has about as much chance as a filing cabinet at a fireworks exhibition.
George Stevens directs the film with considerable assurance and an admirable understanding of comic timing. He does not depend upon an endless procession of exaggerated situations or frantic slapstick. Instead, he allows the comedy to emerge from the characters themselves, their conversations, their misunderstandings and the increasingly absurd circumstances in which they find themselves.
The apartment is particularly important to the film’s success. It becomes almost another character, a confined domestic territory in which privacy is perpetually under siege. Doors, windows, staircases and corridors are employed with considerable ingenuity, creating opportunities for unexpected encounters and romantic complications. The smallness of the accommodation becomes the very source of the film’s expansiveness in humour.
The screenplay, credited to Robert Russell, Frank Ross, Richard Flournoy and Lewis R. Foster, makes excellent use of its simple premise. The housing shortage supplies the initial predicament, but it is the personalities of the three principal characters that sustain the entertainment. Dingle’s matchmaking, Connie’s exasperation and Joe’s growing affection provide a delightful succession of comic situations.
Ted Tetzlaff’s black-and-white cinematography is equally effective. His compositions frequently employ doorways and windows, giving the impression that the characters’ private affairs are forever exposed to observation and interruption. This visual arrangement reinforces the central comedy of the picture: three individuals attempting to preserve their personal boundaries in an apartment that seems determined to abolish them.
Leigh Harline’s musical score provides an appropriate accompaniment, lending the proceedings a gentle romantic and comic atmosphere without demanding more attention than the characters themselves deserve.
Beyond its romantic complications, the film offers an interesting glimpse into wartime Washington. The influx of government workers and military personnel had created a genuine housing crisis, compelling many people to accept accommodation arrangements that would ordinarily have been considered intolerable. The film transforms this social inconvenience into a delightful comedy, demonstrating that even a shortage of living space may occasionally result in an abundance of happiness.
The romance between Connie and Joe develops gradually, and this is one of the film’s most appealing qualities. Their attraction is neither instantaneous nor entirely uncomplicated. Connie has her reservations, Joe has his uncertainties, and both must negotiate the awkwardness of an arrangement that would challenge the patience of considerably more accommodating individuals. Jean Arthur and Joel McCrea make an attractive screen couple, their contrasting personalities providing much of the romantic charm.
The picture belongs broadly to the American screwball comedy tradition, although its humour is gentler and more intimate than the frantic exchanges and extravagant situations associated with some of the genre’s better-known productions. Its comedy lies in domestic absurdity, social conventions, romantic hesitation and the extraordinary capacity of one elderly gentleman to interfere in matters that would have been perfectly manageable without him.
The More the Merrier is a thoroughly delightful Hollywood comedy, distinguished by intelligent writing, assured direction and three performances that complement one another beautifully. Jean Arthur supplies the nervous elegance, Joel McCrea the romantic warmth and Charles Coburn the mischievous spirit that holds the entire enterprise together.
George Stevens understands that a successful comedy need not shout to be heard. Sometimes all it requires is a small apartment, three incompatible occupants and an elderly gentleman with more enthusiasm for matchmaking than respect for tenancy arrangements.
By the end, one is left with the agreeable impression that the housing shortage may not have been such a terrible calamity after all. Connie acquires a romance, Joe finds a home, and Dingle obtains the satisfaction of having successfully arranged everybody else’s happiness. As for the apartment, it has undoubtedly endured more than its fair share of human interference.
The title The More the Merrier turns out to be a most accurate observation. In this particular household, three are certainly more troublesome than one, but they are also considerably more entertaining. And if an elderly gentleman should ever offer to arrange your accommodation, it might be wise to enquire whether his services include matchmaking before signing the lease.
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