Honeymoon for Three so wants to be an hilarious bit of fluff that one wants to give it the benefit of the doubt. Yet the truth of the matter is that, however harmless Honeymoon may be, it doesn't manage to fulfill its aspirations and instead ends up being silly rather than frothy. Now, part of the problem simply lies with the casting: George Brent was many things, but a natural-born comedian was not one of them. This is the kind of film that demands someone with a light touch and deft comic timing -- a Cary Grant perhaps. Brent tries to give us this, but that's the problem: we see him try, and in this kind of part, it simply has to be effortless. Matters are not helped by a screenplay that is amusing but not laugh-out-loud funny, or Lloyd Bacon's "get it done quick" direction. Ann Sheridan is a bonus, as is Ona Massen, and Charlie Ruggles is simply a joy. And Honeymoon isn't painful by any means -- it just isn't as good as it needs to be.