The problem with this movie has always been that someone thought we cared about the love life of Gertrude Lawrence, a star of the English stage mostly during the 1930's. She and pal Noel Coward were ever so theatrical and ever so fabulous in their day, and this movie helps establish an "exclusive," off-putting quality about their show biz lives. Noel quips epigrams and they perform scenes from his plays. In this misguided attempt to turn Julie Andrews into Gertrude Lawrence, Andrews comes off as unpleasant and surprisingly unattractive in forehead-baring hairstyles. Her face looks downright mannish in places. She is surrounded by equally unattractive men, 1968 being a bad year for handsome male stars of any sort. Gertrude Lawrence appeared in lots of little musicals that have not withstood the test of time, so we are regaled with songs of a second rate variety composed by Mr. Coward and others of that era. The film ends in the 1940's with Gertrude happily married to a small time theater owner on the east coast. Copyright problems obviously negated any scenes from "The King and I," Ms. Lawrence's greatest hit, or her odd appearance in the film version of "The Glass Menagerie," which were surely the more interesting parts of her story than her dull love life.