The picture alternates between scintillating, gay and sophisticated dialog, and such hoke as a bicycle ride with Joan Crawford on Robert Montgomery’s handlebars, and both (dressed in white) catapulting over a fence into a pig-stye.
At other points Crawford falls off a masseuse’s table, does a slide in the rain, is tousled in an automobile crash. As for Montgomery, he is, figuratively, just a banana peel migrating from sequence to sequence.
Custard pie or not the picture is excellent diversion, directed and written, apart from the debatable scenes, with fine skill. It was a stage play by Edward Roberts and Frank Cavett during 1933.
Picture gets into gear with a sly siren rendered into convincing felinity by Frances Drake copping Montgomery on the eve of his impending marriage. Crawford is literally left waiting at and in the church. Thereafter her wounded pride, the remorse of Montgomery, the nastiness of the scheming wife (Drake), and ‘big brother’ Clark Gable form the guideposts of the action. On the performance end it is one of Crawford’s best. She is believable throughout.