Charles Coburn spends this film behaving like Cupid with emergency wartime powers, and I'd happily watch him rearrange strangers' lives for another ninety minutes. Less keen if I were one of the strangers.
Washington is short of housing, so Jean Arthur sublets half her flat to Coburn, who promptly passes half of his half to Joel McCrea. George Stevens gets huge mileage from the cramped layout, with curtains, doors and a few inches separating people who all pretend not to listen. Arthur is terrific at controlled exasperation. McCrea, relaxed where she's coiled, makes a fine match. The steps scene earns its reputation because proximity does most of the talking.
I could hear the gears grinding once the last stretch turned mechanically screwball. The middle could lose a little furniture without damaging the flat. Looked at coldly, Coburn's Dingle is an astonishing houseguest. Airbnb review: one star, repeatedly tried to restructure my love life.
Crowded, nosy and ridiculously charming. The flat's a nightmare, but the film's a delight.