"Does the name GladysGlover mean anything to you?" The question echoes throughout this madand strangely moving portrait of an American identity crisis. Who isGladys Glover? "A Nobody, that's who," a New York career girl who feedspidgeons in Central Park and has a strange way of expressing herself,putting it always at the end of a sentence, the object. And she wants tobe Somebody. Judy Holliday, with the help of screenwriter Garson Kanin,fine-tuned the character she was to make her own: the not-so-dumb blondewith a finger on the pulse of America. Here she makes monkeys out ofMadison Avenue, television, and especially the gullible public as theNobody who literally makes a name for herself by investing in Manhattanbillboards that read, simply, "Gladys Glover." Before long, Gladyscashes in on her American birthright: her moment on TV, where everyoneis, by definition, Somebody. Except that Gladys is still Gladys. JackLemmon in his screen debut is an endearing foil for the brackishHolliday; as a poor-but-honest documentary filmmaker, he might as wellbe on Mars as in the status-seeking America of the televised fifties. Hewatches as his beloved turns into a freak ("the girl who believes insigns"), and with Lemmonesque dismay remembers when a name was supposedto stand for Something. (JB)