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The things I do for this job: contractual obligations force me to sit inside air-conditioning and watch the brainless Talladega Nights. But if you're wise, you will wander down to Loring Park to endure brain-melting temperatures to enjoy Howard Hawks' witty and wonderful His Girl Friday, part of the Walker's Summer Movies and Music.

I like heat and I love His Girl Friday. If I had my druthers, I'd bring a cooler and some wheat beer, beer glasses to drink them from, and my wife would have a armload of comestibles that would include her homemade chutney and summer corn relish.

Now I sound like a poor-man's Stephanie Marsh. His Girl Friday is simply the happiest, hippest film to come along this summer, and that's saying a lot considering we've already seen Sullivan's Travels. Girl Friday involves divorce, capital punishment, the press, slapstick, rekindled love affairs at the expense of witless sad-sacks, with the charming Cary Grant and the equally charming but much more sexy Rosalind Russell.