Anne Francis

(On Cable TV, August 2020) The more I dig into the classic movie catalogue, the more I’m amazed by the number of perfectly decent films that simply have been nearly forgotten since their heyday. The Great American Pastime is not what we’d call a great movie. It’s patrician, simplistic, and definitely belongs as an exemplar of the 1950s “Father knows best” social norms. It’s about a family man who is convinced to coach a little league baseball team for his son, but quickly finds himself besieged by unhappy parents, and falsely convinced that a widow is hitting on him. Predictable pushback follows from both his wife and the widow herself. It’s not always convincing, lacks a bit of polish and remains a slight comedy. But it’s rather charming in its own way. TCM unearths it once in a while, often because Ann Miller plays the widow – a rare non-singing, non-dancing, non-tap-dancing movie for her, but also the last of her MGM years: she wouldn’t appear again on the big screen for another twenty years. Tom Ewell plays the harried father (the film amusingly begins with him bemoaning the mountain of trouble that befell him after trying to do good) while Anne Francis plays the wife with firm understatement. Perhaps The Great American Pastime’s funniest sequence has him accepting a dinner invitation from the widow, and being completely oblivious to his wife’s increasing desire to go back home. A blend of sports, parenting and relationship comedy, the film does hit the right spots and unknowingly becomes a symbol of how people could idealize life in small-town 1950s. It’s easily watchable even in its voluntarily simplistic nature… and it currently doesn’t even have 200 votes on IMDB. Clearly, The Great American Pastime ranks as the kind of film that more people could know about.