Fans of "George Washington Slept Here" and "The Egg and I" can skip this and go right to "Green Acres" for some intelligent humor in its similar tale of a New York couple who move into an abandoned farm house, apparently once a hide-out for criminals. James Dunn and Florence Rice, from the lower ranks of "A" studios, moved just to the lower ranks for this Z-grade groaner. They are joined by the talented but misused Sam McDaniel as Dunn's wise-cracking black chauffeur, an over-the-top Mabel Todd as a typical dumb Dora, and Robert Dudley as the ridiculous former hangman who still walks around with a noose, anxious to try it out on McDaniel in a really extreme bad taste joke. There aren't even any amusing farm clichés to be found, although McDaniel does get a few witty lines, mostly concerning his unseen wife, such as "She could give an aspirin a headache." Poor camera work and slow film editing make this dull, at even just under an hour.

It's possible that a better studio could have done something more with The Ghost And The Guest, but I think had this been done by someone with the comedic touch of Hal Roach the results might have been better.James Dunn and Florence Rice are a pair of newlyweds heading for their honeymoon dream house to spend the night. What they got was the hideout of an old gangster recently deceased courtesy of the state. Not only that, the late owner's corpse arrives by delivery for burial on the grounds of the estate.And then after that all kinds of friends and relatives and henchmen of the deceased arrive and the law and the body then disappears. You don't even have to wait an hour for it to be explained to you.This was a PRC release and that usually meant they vied with Monogram for cheapness of production. This one was a PRC product through and through. This film was the farewell performance of Florence Rice who found life and love outside the cinema on her third try and left the screen. She started with MGM, but now was reduced to PRC films. I guess she figured she wasn't leaving much. As for Dunn he was two years away from a comeback of sorts with A Tree Grows In Brooklyn.This also featured a really sickening performance from Sam McDaniel as Dunn's old family retainer.Still someone like Hal Roach could have made this work.

Midway through this picture, there's a scene where the two leads (James Dunn and Florence Rice) find themselves momentarily alone in their room. It's their honeymoon, and they've had nary a second to themselves the whole movie, until now. But—before they even have a chance to breathe, people start pouring into their room, one at a time and in groups, until virtually all of the characters in the movie are right there in the same bedroom. –It ought to be funny, in a kind of Marx-Brothers-state-room sort of way….but somehow, it's just kind of flat. This whole picture is that way: full of scenes and gags that seems like they ought to be funny, but just aren't. The plot: Dunn and Rice inherit a house and decide to move right in, sight unseen. They bring along Sam McDaniel, who is apparently Dunn's valet and chauffeur. Mysterious doings are soon afoot; it seems the house was somehow connected with a recently executed convict and there may be some money around the place. Various characters turn up at the house to investigate, make trouble, or just hang around —a retired hangman, a police chief who writes detective thrillers, a dumb blonde and a sinister brunette, a couple of gangsters….the usual assortment.McDaniel, as chauffeur Harmony Jones, is the stereotypical frightened servant but somehow comes across as less dopey than any of the other characters; his wisecracks are occasionally clever. (He also advises Dunn on how to deal with married life: "Now take my wife, for instance. This morning I bawled her out for being so extravagant." What happened? Pause. "I'm giving up cigars.")Dunn and Rice as the newlyweds bicker and flirt and do their best to generate some energy but are largely defeated by dialog and plot that are woefully short on surprises. Certainly not the madcap laugh riot that it apparently aims to be, this picture is nevertheless mildly amusing and generally harmless enough. Call it a B picture that never rises above its budget.

A newlywed couple spend their honeymoon in their "new" house instead of going to California. They are invaded by the police, a retired hangman, an escaped prisoner, a band of crooks and several dead bodies, all looking for something, either the crook or the loot hidden somewhere in the house. a humorous mystery follows.(or not). This is a bad movie.Almost enjoyable it instead misses the mark and falls flat. Written by Morey Amsterdam it plays more as a series of loosely connected sketches rather than as a film as a whole. There are a good number of exchanges that have nothing to do with whats going on in the story (they are funny but belong somewhere else). There is humor but the acting by the two leads is so broad and over the top that the film becomes annoying rather than amusing. I kept wishing that someone would kill the happy couple so that I wouldn't have to do it myself. The whole film looks cheap and the sets appear to wobble as people pass by. The direction is a mess. Even allowing for a cheapness that often allowed for only one camera set up (count how many scenes are essentially done in one take) this film has been put together by someone who seems to know nothing about how people really behave. Look at the scene where the bride to be is yapping away on the phone with her friends; do people really stand around like that in real life as one of their number talks non stop on the phone? Its like the most annoying sitcom you've ever seen, only worse.Bad. Bad. Bad. While not quite one of the worst films of all time, there are some funny bits, this is a film thats sure to induce sleep or pained screams in most people who see it. Avoid.