I won't give a plot synopsis because I just tried to do so for Preston's benefit and he quit listening before I was even halfway done. It could have something to do with my ability to get hopelessly mired in the details and quotes, oh the quotes... this movie has got some seriously fantastic dialogue.
Oh, and here he is again, with Josephine Hull and Jean Adair, who play Abby and Martha Brewster, his crazy-ace Aunts. They've been doing some "charity work" lately, ala Kevorkian.
John Alexander, he plays Theodore Brewster, and I'm not giving anything away when I say that he thinks he's Theodore Roosevelt. Don't miss his repeated charges up San Juan Hill. Absolutely hilarious.
And Cary Grant again, pictured this time with the window seat, which is a sort of demi-character, also with Raymond Massey, who plays Jonathan Brewster. At this point, you might notice his (Raymond's, not my beloved Cary's) uncanny resemblance to Boris Karloff (or you could be saying "enough with the pictures already, woman!") Ah, your powers will serve you well when you watch this movie.
Seriously, go watch it. And, if you can, turn on the subtitles. All the better to hear those Cary Grant zingers. (see previous paragraph regarding the quotes)