The credit for this delightfully endearing change-of-pace for the usually morbid, mean-spirited shenanigans of Hitchcock's classic 30-minute escapades goes entirely to the stellar performance by John Smith who perfectly embodies the nice-guy decency of a hard-working young husband who foolishly gambles away his weekly salary in a (probably 'fixed') game of poker with his sleazy boss and co-workers. How he manages to retrieve the $92 he desperately needs to pay for the medical bills for his pregnant wife (sweetly played by Joyce Meadows) leads to a deftly presented series of happy accidents, capped by a nifty twist ending the talented young Smith responds to with a perfect mixture of bewilderment and dawning realization that, on rare occasions, nice guys do indeed finish first.
The only mystery of "A Night with the Boys" regards John Smith's career. After making an impressive film debut at 23 as the concerned newlywed in John Wayne's blockbuster "The High and the Mighty", Smith seem primed to quickly emerge as one of the top young leading men of the decade. Not only did he have the tall blond All-American good looks (and perfect physique) of a Tab Hunter, but he also was a first-rate trained actor. His obvious sincerity and athletic prowess endeared him to moviegoers of all ages, yet most of his movies were difficult to find on the bottom end of double bills. And on the rare occasion when he landed a part in a mainstream movie of top quality, the filmmakers seemed far less interested in his acting ability than in making sure he doffed his shirt so the camera could explore the topography of his muscular physique (a perfect example was "Friendly Persuasion"; rather than cast him in the lead role of Gary Cooper's Quaker son (a star-making breakthrough for which he was more than capable), he was merely allotted roughly 5 minutes participating in a grueling wrestling scene where the camera once again zoomed in to explore his shirtless physicality). Towards the end of the 1950s, he did achieve lead roles, but such black-and-white quickies as "Island of Lost Women" and "Women of Pitcairn Island" were virtually interchangeable. Ultimately, 2 Western TV series proved to be his career salvation. "Cimarron City", an expensive, critically acclaimed series teaming him with George Montgomery and Audrey Totter, should have been Smith's shining hour and would have been had not the dolts at CBS programmed it opposite the most popular show of its time, NBC's "Bonanza". "City" was therefore cancelled before it had even completed its first season, but at least it led to what John Smith is chiefly remembered for--"Laredo", a ratings smash that ran for 4 seasons and finally made Mr. Smith and his co-star (and best friend) Robert Fuller international stars. A return to theatrical films seemed the next step. But when John Wayne, who had given John Smith his first breakthrough movie a decade earlier (and reportedly signed Smith to a personal contract) cast the still-quite-young Smith as the young male lead opposite Wayne, Rita Hayworth and Claudia Cardinale in the costly blockbuster "Circus World", the film bombed, Smith was relegated to 'guest' stints in mediocre TV shows, retired from acting at 40, and was not heard of until the NYTimes noted his death at age 63.
I only bring this up by way of thanking MeTV (and several other cable-TV channels) for airing not only classic but long-forgotten TV series of the past. And by doing so, they remind me of so many actors and actresses I admired during my childhood. My thanks also to IMDB for providing the answers whenever I wonder "Whatever Happened To . . ."? I must have been around 8 or 9 when I had the audacity to write to some of these people I especially liked and requesting that they send me autographed photographs. It didn't take me long to realize that the recipients of my fan mail never even read, much less received, my letters which were instead intercepted and forwarded to the publicity department of whatever studio had the particular movie star under contract. And responded to my letters by sending me a postage-stamped-sized photo and fake thank-you note.
Nevertheless, I persisted in explaining to each person exactly what I liked about them and their movies that made me so happy. And to my great surprise, a few of them actually did read my letters and wrote back to me on their personal stationary, using fountain pens (!) and autographing 5x7 photographs.
Among them: Kathryn Grayson, Dewey Martin, and John Smith.
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