Two undergraduates are expelled from college for cutting up didoes. To square things with father, one of them is forced to settle down by entering matrimony and, no girls being visible on the horizon, he intrigues his chum to pose as his wife.
The first time I saw Kiss Me, Caroline I was wedged into a folding chair at a dilapidated rep house, the sort where the projector’s rattle competes with the rain on the roof. Ninety-nine years after its première, the film still detonated like uncorked champagne: a froth of lace, panic, and erotic switchbacks that make...
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" The first time I saw Kiss Me, Caroline I was wedged into a folding chair at a dilapidated rep house, the sort where the projector’s rattle competes with the rain on the roof. Ninety-nine years after its première, the film still detonated like uncorked champagne: a froth of lace, panic, and erotic switchbacks that makes His Wife look like a temperance lecture. Scott Darling’s scenario—co-written with Frank Roland Conklin—betrays no hint of the censorious hand that would clamp down a year later...."
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