My Woman

The plot's pretty familiar—wife Connie (Twelvetrees) sacrifices her show biz career so that hubby (Ford) can get a big break in radio. Trouble is success goes to his head and he gravitates toward smug socialite (Dodd). So what's poor spurned Connie to do.

I tuned in for two reasons. First to see the woman behind the distinctly unHollywood name of Twelvetrees. I guess I was expecting an exotic brunette. Instead, a blonde on the order of a Joan Blondell appeared, without the sass, but good enough to win my sympathy as the wronged wife. Second, I enjoy seeing old radio studios, having grown up with radio drama. To me, the best scenes are those in the studio, especially the awful auditions, though I thought the crooners were pretty good. But I guess the airways were saturated with would-be Bing Crosby's. Also, the obstacle course of offices Connie has to negotiate to get to the top is humorously revealing. On the other hand, it's a real stretch seeing how sensible Connie could be enamored with her rather annoying husband Chick, (Ford). It's not just his voice but his manner too. Plus, his comedy routine is about as funny as a sore throat.

Overall, there's nothing special here, unless it's the spiffed-out Victor Jory as a radio exec., a departure from his usual grungy tough guy roles. Anyway, I'd catch 12-trees again, though her real life story suggests a more interesting narrative than the movie's.