Passable romantic comedy, the third of the "Tammy" movies (and the second to feature Sandra Dee in the lead) picks up where 1961's mediocre "Tammy Tell Me True" left off. Enrolled at a southern college on special scholarship, Tammy takes time away from her schoolin' to care for Mrs. Call, her rich, elderly houseboat guest, who has been felled by a heart condition. Mrs. Call is flown to Los Angeles for treatment, with Tammy in tow for moral support. Targeted at a specific audience of a certain generation--teenage girls circa 1963--the movie wasn't meant to last the ages, but one can't help wondering if even young ladies of the early '60s didn't find this scenario a little cloying. As Tammy's latest love-interest, Peter Fonda makes like a skinny hole in the screen, while Dee occasionally overcompensates for her supposed youth with shrill exclamations and exaggerated reactions. Dee was already too mature at this point to be convincing as the kind of pony-tailed lass who's confused by the purpose of a tea spoon versus a soup spoon, and yet her juvenile innocence, southern-fried sayings and naïve misunderstandings give the picture whatever laughs it has. There's an amusing 'medicinal weed' joke that is very clever, and Tammy's mixing up of the newborn babies' identification bracelets in the maternity ward results in the movie's funniest sight gag. ** from ****
