This was Paramount's attempt to star Mae West not as her usual sui generis self, but in a well-made B'way blvd farce. (The play ran a remarkable 501 perfs and gave its original star, Gladys George, a nice Hollywood career in standout character parts.) Unlike the Marx Bros, whose similar try @ RKO in ROOM SERVICE/'38, failed to come off, Paramount really went to bat for Mae. This is a first-class pic (megged by Henry Hathaway, well cast & richly shot by the great Karl Struss) about a famous movie star forced to spend a night amid the hoi polloi at a country inn. Randolph Scott is handsome & charming as the local Mae vamps while Warren William turns out to be about the best consort Mae would ever land. Alice Brady, Elizabeth Patterson, Isabel Jewell & the rest all get tasty character turns to play and if you can bear the racial stereotypes, it's a kick to see Nicodemus Stewart and recognize the voice of Brer Bear from SONG OF THE SOUTH. Yet, the play feels like it could have worked even better @ M-G-M for Jean Harlow & William Powell. For West, it represents something of a career capitulation.