Plot is a light affair, displaying Irene Dunne as the widow of the former mayor of a small town in Vermont, who carries the elective office on her shoulders as a family obligation rather than from choice. She goes to New York to hire a sculptor to make a statue of her late husband for the town square, hires Charles Boyer, is mistaken for a striptease artist in a nightclub while at dinner, and fires the sculptor. He shows up in town later to do the job, and carry his romantic pitches to the mayoress.
Story, developed in broad farcical vein, romps along at a good clip and – although at times the script reaches pretty far to generate laughs – it’s so generally crazy-quilt that the overall effect is far on the credit side in entertainment values. Dunne and Boyer competently team in the top spots – she as the pursued and he as the pursuer in the love match. Charles Coburn clicks for prominent attention with his constant conniving and manipulations to develop the romance.