My Woman

HELEN TWELVETREES is a platinum blonde singer in a Panama cabaret when VICTOR JORY shows up. She learns that he's a big radio producer and gets herself introduced to him. He tells her to look him up if she ever gets to New York and he'll get her an audition. He's under the impression that she's unmarried and doesn't know she wants the audition for her husband's act.

She and hubby WALLACE FORD come to the big city but get the runaround for a few weeks by Jory's office staff. Finally, she bumps into him on the street and gets her wish for an audition. Jory is romantically interested in her, disappointed when she admits the audition is for her husband. Nevertheless, Ford gets his chance.

The balance of the plot is similar to every show biz story ever told. Ford becomes an obnoxious swellhead with fame and his wife falls out of love with him and into the arms of Jory. Nothing new or unexpected.

It's all dreadfully dated stuff with Wallace's radio routine supposedly establishing him as a successful comedian. Only reason I kept watching was to see what Helen Twelvetrees was like. The lady with the unusual name is a cross between Virginia Bruce and Glenda Farrell--pretty but nothing remarkable about her singing or acting. In fact, her singing only made me wince.

An unusual angle is seeing Victor Jory as the second romantic lead.

Strictly forgettable fluff.