A highly laughable farce [based on the French comedy Reveillon ] with the laughs heavy on situations, and humorous captions added to make an excellent total. There is unusual photography also. At one time Lubitsch plays continuous scenes in what actually amounts to close-ups.
Lubitsch handles a Parisian ball scene in a manner only equaled by a freaky shot or two of Variety. In the massive crowded ballroom, splendid in its own way, Lubitsch runs in a mass of mazy and hazy feet and heads, figures and legs; at times clear, at other times misty. Double exposures and a dozen other tricks are there.
The story develops several angles in complications with two married couples living opposite each other drawn into a mass of lies and deceptions. There is much gagging business, legitimately and logically fitted in. That is the strength of the picture. Hardly anything is foretold nor can it be guessed at.