I agree with reviewer Michael Elliot below that Marion Davies steals this film. Problem is that she doesn't get away with much of a haul. In other words this pre code comedy is pleasant, sweet, innocent and charming as all hell but it's just not very funny. And since Ms. Davies' strong suit is comedy it doesn't give her much to work with. I counted, at most, three or four lines of dialogue that she delivers that caused even a slightly upturned corner of the mouth and the few attempts at physical humor essayed by director Harry Beaumont, like the broken swing and the ripped dress, are stuff that would be quickly rejected if handed to Blondell or Farrell, let alone Lombard. So here's hoping TCM's next Davies offering this month (of which she is the star) is better or I'm afraid we're looking at a January that may be metereologically rainy but is comedically arid. Solid C.
