Mister Cinderella

My wife and I saw this movie for the first time last night, and it was a fun, funny, and wonderful movie. Now, for perspective, I'm writing this as a huge fan of silent slapstick and someone who has fun with the screwball comedies of the '30s.

Jack Haley plays Joe Jenkins, a barber who reads the Society magazines. He's cutting a man's hair when the man, reading the mag, comes across the picture of Patricia Robertson (Betty Furness) and cuts a line in the back of the man's head whilst in a swoon. Through a series of circumstances, he does meet her, while pretending to be someone else.

I'm not going to give away any more, because the madcap way in which things unfold is part of the movie's charm. You think, "What are the chances of THAT happening?" Well, the chances are nil – it's a movie! – but after some tension and uncertainty, everything works out.

I liked the performances Edward Brophy as Detective McNuttt and, especially, Arthur Treacher as the butler, Watkins. Furness if charming. Haley, "the Tin Man" from elsewhere, reminded me very much of Harry Langdon, though not quite as much the child.

If you get a chance to see this movie and like to carry a smile, see it for sure.