As was the case with almost all Hollywood biopics of the era, I Wonder Who's Kissing Her Now is a total fabrication in terms of biography. The real Joe E. Howard, whose life supposedly inspired Kissing, was nothing like the cinematic one, and his life bore little resemblance to that which is spread across the screen. However, the cinematic version of Howard's life is very similar to any number of other screen depictions -- a trite, predictable, by-the-numbers life of the kind that Hollywood used to turn out in its sleep. That Kissing manages to be passable entertainment in spite of its screenplay is largely due to the talents of director Lloyd Bacon, the delights of its color, and the distractions of its quite lovely sets and costumes. It doesn't hurt that Mark Stevens is amiable enough or that June Haver is very easy on the eyes; however, it must also be said that neither star exactly lights up the screen in this outing, and I Wonder Who's Kissing Her Now could have definitely used someone with a bit more sparkle and pop. Still, it's pleasant enough, if nothing more.