June was the embodiment of the ideal American housefrau in the early 50s, two decades before feminism would change society forever. She had a spunky streak that was seen as adorable, but she always deferred to her husband as a good wife should to keep the family unit strong.
The original New York Times review praised her performance. Overall the critic didn't like the movie, especially Joan Collins. Here's Bosley Crowther's review from 1956:
ALTHOUGH Clare Boothe's "The Women" was staged about twenty years ago and Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer filmed it in 1939, it has aged gracefully, to judge by "The Opposite Sex," the remake that arrived at the Capitol yesterday. Most of Miss Boothe's comedy-drama still drips vitriol and the fangs and claws of its decorative vixens are almost as terrifying as they were two decades ago. The venomous mixture of deadly females vs. deadlier females, sharp dialogue and songs is a surface inspection of a segment of Manhattan society rather than the deep dissection it once was.
One might not want to live in this plush "jungle" but the principals, who keep the catfights going briskly, make it an interesting place to visit.Although some aspects of the original investigation of the well-endowed Park Avenue-Broadway echelon have changed, "The Women" basically is still the story of "the jaded, frenetic women" whose meat is gossip and whose wine is divorce talk.It is still the soignée tale of Kay Hilliard, former singer, whose ten-year marriage to play-producer Steven Hilliard is the envy of one of her malicious, well-heeled friends.
The pointed chatter of beauty salons and bistros that eventually leads to the wreck of the marriage as well as several others, is still highlighted by some bitter satire. Although our heroine's happy home life finally is restored, it is, as has been noted, a feline carnival for the ladies before the villainesses get their comeuppances. Speaking of the ladies, it might be added that it is this corner's opinion that the lush wardrobes, enhanced by excellent color photography, provided for this covey of dames, is enough to drive distaff viewers to distraction.
Although the addition of five new songs by the team of Nicholas Brodszky and Sammy Cahn would seem out of place in a comedy of manners and mores, most of them are fitted neatly into the plot. June Allyson, who does an excellent job as indomitable Kay, gives a good, throaty rendition of "Now, Baby, Now."Joan Collins' performance as the two-timing chorus girl who snatches Miss Allyson's husband is eye-filling but hardly inspired. Dolores Gray, as the blonde gossipmonger who loses her mate to Ann Miller; Ann Sheridan, as a sympathetic, unattached writer who knows all about the opposite sex; Joan Blondell, in a brief role as the gentle matron who is making a career of motherhood, and Agnes Moorehead, as a brassy, much-married countess, lend spice to the palaver and punch to the battles.
The men—including Jeff Richards, as a handsome Reno cowpoke for whom the Misses Gray and Collins fall; Leslie Nielsen, as Miss Allyson's husband, and Sam Levene, as her agent—try desperately to color comparatively pallid assignments. There's no point in underestimating them. Despite commendable stints by producer David Miller and director David Miller, the ladies dominate "The Opposite Sex." It should be a treat for them.