Wise Guys Prefer Brunettes

Dean Quintas, a man whose soul seems constructed entirely of starch and academic resentment, has found a new enemy: the local dress shop. Convinced that the hemlines and silk fabrics are the direct cause of his female students' supposed moral bankruptcy, he vows to shutter the establishment. This is the setup for a classic Hal Roach collision between Victorian-era prudery and the roaring twenties' liberation. However, the film takes a sharp left turn into the supernatural—or at least the pseudo-scientific—when a 'miracle plaster' enters the fray. This MacGuffin doesn't just heal; it de-ages the crotchety academic, thrusting a man with a 19th-century brain into a youthful body that wants to participate in the very debauchery he once condemned. What follows is a frantic, slapstick-heavy exploration of the generational divide, where the Dean must navigate his own hypocrisy while his rejuvenated physique leads him into a series of increasingly public humiliations. It is a story of a man literally becoming the thing he hates most: a young person with a pulse.