Review: ‘One Is a Lonely Number’

One Is a Lonely Number is an excellent contemporary drama about the big and little problems affecting a divorced woman.

One Is a Lonely Number is an excellent contemporary drama about the big and little problems affecting a divorced woman.

Trish Van Devere is the focal point of the story [from one by Rebecca Morris]. Suddenly abandoned by husband Paul Jenkins, she is forced into self-reliance for the first time in her life. It isn’t always easy.

But Van Devere does get help, principally from the kindness of old store-keeper Melvyn Douglas; professional man-hater Janet Leigh; Jane Elliot, the heroine’s best friend; and Maurice Argent, manager of the neighbourhood swimming pool where she finds employment as a life guard.

Van Devere, strikingly beautiful, projects a credible warmth, depth of character and a great deal of ladylike sensuality. Her romantic scenes with Monte Markham are as tasteful as they are most arousingly erotic.

One Is a Lonely Number

Production

M-G-M. Director Mel Stuart; Producer Stan Margulies; Screenplay David Seltzer; Camera Michel Hugo; Editor David Saxon; Music Michel Legrand; Art Director Walter M. Simonds

Crew

(Color) Available on VHS. Extract of a review from 1972. Running time: 97 MIN.

With

Trish Van Devere Monte Markham Janet Leigh Melvyn Douglas Jane Elliot Jonathan Lippe
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