I really enjoyed this fine screwball comedy, from a very clever story by Paddy Chayefsky, about a man forced to retire from a beloved printing job because he turned 65. He decides to go straight to the president to question the ageist policy, discovers no one knows what the president looks like, decides to impersonate him, and hilarity ensues. Wonderful roles for Monty Woolley, Thelma Ritter, Constance Bennett and Marilyn Monroe. Heartily recommended if you're in the mood for a few good laughs at the expense of American big business. Still a relevant question that wrangles society today: Whether or not capable people should have to stop doing what they love because of age. I wonder if many instances are simply excuses to incorporate age-related discrimination.

Print worker "Hodges" (Monty Woolley) isn't best impressed when he is made redundant at the age of 65. The thought of sitting in the park playing dominoes with his contemporaries scares him rigid, so he concocts quite a clever plan to impersonate the boss of their parent company and get this arbitrary policy reversed. Luckily for him, nobody actually knows who the the real company president is, let alone what he actually looks like, so with him showing a bit of bravado a routine inspection of the plant is easily arranged. He doesn't bargain on an invitation to the boss's home for dinner afterwards and this is where he meets "Lucille" (Constance Bennett) who takes quite a shine to him. What started off as plain sailing now turns distinctly turbulent, and that only gets worse when the real supremo - "Cleveland" (Minor Watson) finds out and begins some investigative work of his own - all helped by his patient assistant "Harriett" (Marilyn Monroe)! Fans of Woolley and of the always reliable Thelma Ritter will probably enjoy this vehicle for a star who maybe wasn't the most versatile, but was always quite entertaining when he got into his stride. It's frequently quite amusing as the scenario heads in the only direction it could have, and the screenplay keeps it just the right side of farce to stop it becoming dull or too procedural. Proof, if it were ever needed, that age ought not to be a boundary to someone making continuing productive contributions to any workplace.