The ever titillating dilemma of the restless married woman and her dalliances, both frivolous and frenzied, is the doubtful raison d'etre for this generally unpleasant fabrication slanted toward the ladies. When lovely Laurel Compton, wife of Air Force ce and Squadron Commander Zero Compton, arrived in France with her two small children, he was prepared to make the usual adjustments. However, the harsh routine of inconvenient living arrangements, the depressing sex-and-status concerns of the American ives and the barren formalities of the French families throw into bold relief the insensitivity and chill egotism of her husband. Admired, by most men, Laurel finds an absorbing love with Guy, who speaks of consuming passion but not with legal sanctions. Waiting patiently in the background is obstetrician Dr. Abach, whose proposal of marriage Laurel will probably accept, having learned of Zero's infidelities. France has offered Laurel a muddle of emotions and she looks forward with relief to going home. There are glimpses of French interiors -- manors rather than metabolism -- but one has the feeling of being confined to barracks with the glimmering Laurel -- so reary, so passive, so unreal is she. The reflection of the frustrations and loneliness of American military domestic life abroad rings true but all is lost in our Laurel. Just right for ladies in love with their obstetricians.