As in the play [by Clare Boothe], no man appears – it’s a field day for the gals to romp intimately in panties, scanties and gorgeous gowns. Most of the members of the cast (studio claims 135 speaking parts) deport themselves in a manner best described by Joan Crawford at the end. ‘There’s a name for you ladies, but it’s not used in high society outside of kennels.’Story is essentially lightweight and trivial, and covers a wide range of fem conversations – barbed shafts at friends, whisperings of husbands’ indiscretions, maligning gossip and catty asides. Script basically maintains structure of the play but directs more sympathetic appeal to the marital problem of Norma Shearer. Picture however holds passages that slow movement down to a walk.