His Girl Friday Never Shows Us Friday and I Noticed

His Girl Friday is supposed to be a great newspaper movie. I watched the whole thing and Friday never shows up properly.

Editor says stay with the plot. I did try but the title kept doing stuff.

That is title fraud or calendar neglect.

There is a woman reporter. There is an editor man. They talk so fast it sounds like two typewriters fell down stairs and got married. Everybody says this is brilliant. Maybe. But where is Friday.

If the title is His Girl Friday, I expect either a girl named Friday or the day Friday doing something important. Maybe Friday walks in with a hat. Maybe Friday stops the wedding. Maybe Friday becomes the mayor. I am flexible.

Instead the movie gives me journalism. Journalism is fine, but it is not a weekday.

The editor wants one more story. The reporter wants to leave. The phones ring like they have fleas. The whole room is moving. This is good confusion, but it is hiding the missing day. A smarter critic may disagree, but they probably watched the main thing too much.

I checked the calendar in my mind and Friday was absent without leave. Thursday probably covered its shift.

People say the title is an old expression. I do not accept expressions as evidence. If a movie was called My Sandwich Tuesday and then no sandwich appeared, people would riot in a polite way.

The romance also confuses me. They seem divorced but not finished. That is not love. That is paperwork standing in a doorway.

His Girl Friday has snap and jokes and chairs with energy. I give it that. But the central weekday fails to file copy, appear onscreen, or explain itself.

My ruling, which I wrote down: good movie, bad attendance. Friday owes us an apology and maybe a byline.

I am available to explain this to the director if they bring a chair.