Not Coming to a Theater Near You
You know him?”
“Not socially. His name’s Jaws, he kills people.
The legendary Carole Lombard headlines this post-Depression pick-me-up about a cash-strapped fingernail primper in search of the well-heeled man of her dreams. One day, while cutting the cuticles of a purported playboy, she turns on the coquetry in hopes of putting an end to her manicure-table existence. Sadly, just as things are taking a turn for the amorous, the truth comes out: the guy’s flat broke, wiped clean by the Crash. Determined to maintain her search for security, she cozies up to a moneyed ex-pilot, and tries her best to forget about the ill-fated affair. This being a feel-good ’30s romantic comedy, however, the girl just can’t keep her mind off the penniless charmer.
Although the story is ludicrously transparent (there is never any doubt that she’ll end up with the destitute dreamer), the film is consistently captivating and amusing, particularly when Fred MacMurray’s ebullient Theodore Drew III brazenly makes himself at home in the cramped one-bedroom apartment of Lombard’s down-to-earth Regi Allen. Brought vividly to life through Lombard’s unassuming beauty and seemingly effortless talent, Regi, despite her troubles, exudes an atmosphere of optimism and happiness. What more can you ask of a film created to make us forget our troubles?
by Thomas Scalzo | Source: Universal DVD
17 Mar 2007 12:38 PM | Submit Comment
