Perfect Strangers is a perfect stranger to modern technique, real life and smooth running. It appears too much like a museum piece.
The story is that of a young worker and his suburban wife, who find themselves respectively in the Royal Navy and the Wrens with the war’s outbreak. Both benefit physically and mentally from the change. Donat shaves his moustache: Deborah Kerr puts on lipstick. Neither expects to like the other when they meet again but they do.
It’s the type of yarn [an original story by Clemence Dane] that offers many possibilities of drama and situation, but all have been missed in this film. First you see Donat getting fit; then you see Kerr getting fit. Then you see Donat dancing; then you see Kerr dancing. Then you hear Donat telling his friends how dreary Kerr is; then you hear Kerr telling her friends how dreary Donat is. It seems to go on and on like this.