El árbol del dinero

I still think back to this film and how delightful it was.

A common American housewife (Dunne) finds two trees that grow money in a yard sale, I believe my brother and sister said.

I erroneously believed the woman was Gracie Allen. Later I would learn it was Dunne.

Wonderful what became of the money, Dunne's husband, the nosy neighbor, everything.

I wish I remembered Richard Crenna in this, but I do remember the ending very well; what became of the money trees and then the overall ending of the film.

I had read once that Dunne regretted making this movie and it is surprising to see it was her final film as well.

She may not have liked it, but we sure did.

This silly film is worth seeing for Irene Dunne devotees only -- and barely so. It's a triple stinker with a bad script, sub-par production values and the two stars -- Dunne and Jagger -- have ZERO chemistry. Did they really made children together? Doubtful. And what the heck did Dunne do to squirrel up her voice? It's shrill and jacked up higher than usual and her over-emphasis of the consonant "R" quickly wore out its welcome.

The only saving grace is the film's ending. The last minute of the film is the best minute of the whole thing. It was completely unexpected and perfectly executed. Still, it can't make up for the drudgery that came before.

Irene Dunne finished her illustrious career with this so-so movie. She should have gone out with a bang, being the classy actress she was, not in this unmemorable, almost unknown film.

This lightweight comedy is okay, but nothing special. The first half of it is far better as it gets pretty stupid in the second half. Maybe Irene could see the handwriting on the wall and quit. Even her high-pitched voice got a bit annoying in here. Rumor has it she was not happy with this film. One can see why.

The story reminded me of a 1950s television sitcom. Speaking of that, I thought David Nelson from the Ozzie & Harriet TV show was in this movie but it turned out to be a very young Richard Crenna. He looked and sounded just like Nelson.

Overall, so-so at best and a sub-par ending for a great actress.

Irene Dunne and Dean Jagger are a couple with three children and tight budget. One day she purchases a couple of trees for the back yard. Soon, money begins showing up on the wind, through the bathroom window, brought in by the cat and found on the grass. It turns out that the trees are producing the money. Miss Dunne starts to spend the money.

It's a brittle fantasy directed by comedy specialist Arthur Lubin. Miss Dunne plays a sweet, feather-brained woman, while Jagger is stolid and honest. Clearly this move was intended to appeal to the nervous middle class of the period, struggling to make ends meet in the 1950s while giving their family all the things that post-war prosperity was expected to yield. Miss Dunne is impeccable in her role, while Jagger plays second banana gruffly and amiably. Like many of the comedy-fantasies of the era, alas, the satire that might have infused it at some stage of its production is weakened by its very 1950s-specific air and the character work. Even so, it's worthy of some attention because of its cast (which includes Richard Crenna in an early adult role, and Miss Dunne in her final big-screen appearance), and its inherent modesty as a programme

Irene Dunne is irrepressible as a housewife who grows a money tree in her yard. Dunne truly is the show but gets plenty of able support. Dean Jagger is appropriately befuddle as her stuffy husband who finds himself fighting a moral dilemma all by himself. Richard Crenna is marvelous in a key supporting role. Not much substance, but an engaging way to kill an hour and a half.