John Boles and Joan Bennett star in this pre-code piece of fluff about a young innocent girl who pretends she is married to someone she meets in a speakeasy so that she can have the freedom to travel alone to Europe and pursue men.
Silly script in the extreme, but there are some enjoyable moments, mostly coming from John Boles, who does wonders making this bad movie look good. He had to have been the most handsome man to ever grace film celluloid. His eyes sparkle and his sense of humor saves the day. Why he finds the little simp played by Joan attractive is beyond me, since she goes around lying to people and taking his name, but he does.
Funniest moment: Joan leaves her Paris hotel after being confronted by John in her lie that she is his wife. Trying to win her, he starts to sing in French through their adjoining hotel chamber doors, but she is gone, and a fat French maid begins singing along with him in a high attractive voice on the other side. He thinks Joan is singing, and opens the door, and drops the tray he is carrying in shock when he sees who is on the other side. Funny stuff.
A pleasant enough way to spend an hour but don't expect anything substantial or profound. There were lots of pre-code films made like this which were pretty silly. It's my theory the public got tired of them rather quickly and that is why the censors were allowed to come in: to improve films and get the audience back in the theater.
Silly script in the extreme, but there are some enjoyable moments, mostly coming from John Boles, who does wonders making this bad movie look good. He had to have been the most handsome man to ever grace film celluloid. His eyes sparkle and his sense of humor saves the day. Why he finds the little simp played by Joan attractive is beyond me, since she goes around lying to people and taking his name, but he does.
Funniest moment: Joan leaves her Paris hotel after being confronted by John in her lie that she is his wife. Trying to win her, he starts to sing in French through their adjoining hotel chamber doors, but she is gone, and a fat French maid begins singing along with him in a high attractive voice on the other side. He thinks Joan is singing, and opens the door, and drops the tray he is carrying in shock when he sees who is on the other side. Funny stuff.
A pleasant enough way to spend an hour but don't expect anything substantial or profound. There were lots of pre-code films made like this which were pretty silly. It's my theory the public got tired of them rather quickly and that is why the censors were allowed to come in: to improve films and get the audience back in the theater.