Angels Charles and Arthur try to convince a young cherub named Item to stop waiting to be born to Lydia and Jeff Bolton. They are too busy acting in and directing plays respectively to start a family. They are also drifting apart, as Lydia wants to have a child, but Jeff convinces her to put their careers first. When Item proves adamant, Charles decides to help matters along by taking human form as "Slim" Charles, a supposedly rich Montanan, and bumping into the Boltons at the racetrack. Jeff sees a potential financial backer for his next play. He gets his playwright, Daphne Peters, to try to convince Charles to invest in the production. Since Charles actually doesn't have any money, this proves awkward. However, Jeff's usual backer, Tex Henry, shows up. Tex and Charles draw cards to see who will get to put up the money; Tex also makes a side bet of $10,000. Tex wins. All this starts to corrupt Charles. He begins to enjoy human vices. When Daphne's former actor boyfriend, Tony Clark, shows up to reclaim his uninterested girlfriend, Charles punches him. Charles also starts drinking and playing modern music, much to Arthur's disapproval. Still, Charles has not completely forgotten his mission. He arranges a lavish party to celebrate the Boltons' eighth anniversary, but that does not work as planned. The Boltons decide to break up, and Charles is taken to the mental hospital when he admits that he is an angel. Luckily, when Lydia develops a sudden craving for peanuts, when she could never before even stand the smell of them, Jeff realizes that she is pregnant, and they reconcile.
The film was to have starred Anne Baxter but she dropped out at her own request and in June Joan Bennett stepped in. Filming started June 1950.
Release
In his review, critic Bosley Crowther of The New York Times wrote that "Mr. Webb, need we say, is an actor with an urbane sense of the grotesque and a thoroughly cultivated talent for farcical mimicry. So his broad travesty of a rancher 'from God's country,' whose particular line is 'sheep' and whose weakness is wine and women, is very amusing to see. But we have to advise that the whimsies with which this picture begins and in which it dissolves at the climax are far on the sticky side — the sort of stuff that may seem poignant if you're a softie, but nauseous if you're not."
