Comedy with moments of hilarity, which may induce a much-needed light-hearted mood. Gerry has sacrificed art in an advertising agency, and there he gets involved with a mid-western countess posing for Silky cigarettes, and through her still further embroiled, amorously, with her secretary, Erika. The Countess is a rough and ready and a bit bawdy lady of forty odd; Erika is on the prisitine-mechanical side; Gerry's irresponsibility provokes a break-up. So he goes off to do a Gauguin in the Virgin Islands, and is followed by the pair of them. The Countess refuses to let the local lights lionize her; Gerry still further outrages them by his own methods. In the end Gerry loses his battle for freedom, and gives in to New York and matrimony. The world needs gay palaver for odd moments; this sometimes strains too hard, but on the whole turns the trick.