In some ways excessively formulaic, Tom, Dick and Harry still has enough surprises -- and more than enough entertainment value - to make it an extremely enjoyable diversion. The execution of the film's basic premise -- that simple working girl Janie (Ginger Rogers) must choose between three very different types of beaus -- falls into a predictable pattern of "Janie accepts proposal, Janie has a dream about married life, Janie wakes up unsure of her decision;" however, there's enough wit and snap to the dialogue to keep this from becoming monotonous, and the dream sequences (a Garson Kanin specialty) -- are bizarrely unusual, making them highlights despite their repetitive nature. (The moment in the final dream sequence when all three suitors sit on the same bed, eagerly awaiting Rogers, is especially well done.) There's also a refreshing acceptance of the role money can play in a single girl's decision, and an even more refreshing acceptance of the importance of sex (even if it's presented metaphorically here). More important to the film's success is Rogers' on-the-mark performance. Convincingly naïve and impulsive, Rogers makes her character simple (verging on simpleminded) without being condescending -- and without letting her become annoying. Burgess Meredith is equally as good as the "socialist" of her suitors; there's a sparkle in every sly movement of his eye and an ease to his manner that belies the depth of his desire. Alan Marshal and George Murphy fill their roles very well, if with less flair than Meredith. Perfectly engaging, Tom, Dick and Harry actually manages to make some fairly important points in the midst of all its silliness.