"...a brilliant and hilarious boudoir battle of the sexes, with Stanwyck supplying gold-digger sass to Fonda's hilarious ingenuous shyness. The lady cardsharp playing for her supper and the junior herpetologist rolling in an inherited ale fortune meet aboard an ocean liner after the boyish millionaire has just spent months alone in the jungle. In the eyeglass-steaming seduction scenes that follow, Sturges circumvented the censors with a rowdy blackout technique that began where a more discreet Lubitsch left off. The romance, nonetheless, is warm and winning, and from Charles Coburn's aloof cynicism to William Demarest's short-fuse exasperation, the one-liners are generously spread all around. Stanwyck, with an ineffable niceness that has gone forever, incarnated all the wit of that period's worldly women. Sui generis, she demolishes the traditional complications of boy-meets-girl movies. At one point, with great eloquence, Stanwyck very movingly explains to the obtuse Fonda that good girls are not nearly as good as he thinks and that bad girls are not nearly so bad. She delivers the latter part with an almost rueful surrender that reflects Sturges's ultracivilized attitude toward the female of the species." Andrew Sarris, Tom Allen, The Village Voice