I was happy going in to see that this was under two hours, but watching it felt longer. Clint Eastwood's no-frills filmmaking works just fine, and the central family drama necessarily grounds the character (almost too much, because his partying and sleeping around feels at odds with the character outside of his drug running?), but it could still use some tweaks in the edit to even out the pace.
I hate that this movie is so wonderfully put together by Frank Tashlin. His colorful, cartoon background brings wit and energy to his movies, and this is no exception. Just the way people hold themselves and play with facial expressions makes the movie pop with electric color. It's a ball.
It's also a movie about normalizing a relationship between a 35yo man and a 17yo girl, with is made even more uncomfortable by the fact that Dick Powell was 50(!) at the time. It's everything wrong with 50s Hollywood gender inequalities, is deeply problematic, and is—unfortunately—a very well put together technicolor screwball comedy.