This dreary adaptation of Philip Barry's Broadway play has two things going for it: a stunning Myrna Loy and some interesting exchanges of dialogue that would have been censored if the film had been released a couple of years later when Production Code enforcement was strengthened. On the whole, however, this film stagnates as filmed stage plays often do. The camera just sits there focusing on people entering rooms and talking, talking, talking. The story is familiar to Barry aficionados: the conflict between the old northeastern Puritan establishment values and the new, modern Bohemian mindset. This conflict is played out by Leslie Howard, nonconformist publisher of arty books whose upper crust traditionalist father disapproves of his offbeat lifestyle. Howard chooses to marry rich girl Myrna Loy while his old friend, whom he really loves but doesn't realize it at the time, is abroad. The latter character is a Bohemian enacted by Ann Harding who at one point says, and I paraphrase, "I have no money but it doesn't bother me." What?! This supposed "Bohemian" lives in a large, spotless, finely appointed apartment with a picture-window view of the East River, is dressed and coiffed as elegantly as any wealthy blueblood and seems to travel the world at the drop of a hat. Anyone with an apartment, wardrobe and lifestyle like that in 1932 could hardly "have no money." *** POSSIBLE SPOILER*** Harding is way too stodgy for her part and we end up sympathizing with the ostensibly cruel, superficial Loy who is actually so sweet, alluring, sexy, gorgeous and youthful that it comes as a shock when she is revealed to be a nasty, hard soul at the end. In addition, although Harding gets top billing with Howard, it is Loy who occupies the most screen time and who rivets our attention. Howard is at first too humdrum to be convincing as an unconventional rebel, but his later actions during intimate scenes with Loy fire up the screen, abetted by suggestive conversation. This is about as far as Hollywood would go in the carnal direction until the 60s. William Gargan is also on hand as Howard's butler who treats his boss as an equal, drinks excessively and launches into talking jags that intrude tiresomely on the business at hand. A similar subsidiary character from a later and far superior Barry film adaptation (Holiday, 1938) serves the story better. The ideal cast for this film would have been Franchot Tone as the lead and Loy/Harding in reversed roles.
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