I Live My Life contains all the ingredients, and to good measure, for a conventional Joan Crawford picture. An amusing romance [from a story by A. Carter Goodloe] is backgrounded by clothes, cocktails and butlers.
The premise, as is customary with Crawford operas, is that the rich are not as good as the poor, only in this instance Crawford is on the coin side and it takes a man to trim her down. The man is an archaeologist who follows the girl from Greece to New York. They get along like a pair of wrasslers, always appearing to be fighting but loving each other down deep just the same.
Cast is studded with sturdy players who know their stuff and the reason for much of the merriment can be found in the supporting troupe. Brian Aherne is aces opposite Crawford. His flamboyant Irishman in this film is vigorous, colorful trouping.
Crawford won’t disappoint from a sartorial angle. On performance she’s also as usual, but if her eyelashes continue getting any longer her leading men will have to start wearing bumpers.