Sinners in the Sun

A young couple's relationship is threatened by his lack of success. An enjoyable romantic drama featuring a young Carole Lombard as a fashion model - which, as this is a pre-Code movie, means lots of shots of women in lingerie - and Chester Morris as a garage mechanic who eventually marries a socialite after becoming her chauffeur. It's the kind of story that's usually treated lightly by Hollywood studios, but Sinners in the Sun has a welcome dark edge, although everyone - even a wealthy philanderer - is a little too likeable. A pre-fame Cary Grant gives notice of his star potential in a couple of scenes.

As pre-code movies go, this is a great, well-produced and entertaining example. Everything you'd expect is here: The Depression, thwarted aspirations, class conflict, beautiful leading ladies (in sexy lingerie of course) plus good old fashioned moralising.

If you enjoy pictures from this period, you mustn't overlook this often overlooked one. The multi-layered characters are written with depth and realism - they're not the flat dimensionless cartoons who so often appear in films from this era. The story is pretty well trodden but scripted here with life and wit. The theme is that old chestnut: poor girl is seduced by rich man but this time it's doubled up because we get a poor boy (the poor girl's ex) who is also seduced by a rich girl.

Like a Warner Brothers picture, its point of view is from the perspective of the working class people but refreshingly the society characters are not soulless evil villains twiddling their moustaches. They are portrayed as real people too as well with real issues. Their attitudes and sense of entitlement however is cleverly and heavily criticised particularly the way both rich playboy Eric and society gal Claire treat their working class lovers like pets, loved pets yes but not like "their" people. But it's not their fault - it's just the way they are and it reflects the stratified unequal society of the time.

At Belfast's Titanic exhibition, it's explained how imperative it was to separate the 1st and 2nd class passengers from those in 3rd class. It seems crazy to us now that so much effort was put into ensuring that 'nice' people would never ever have the awful experience of actually seeing a poor person. As we see in this fabulous film, if the two classes of people even just see each other, disaster awaits! This treats the horrible disparity between the haves and have-nots in a much more light hearted way than other films but nevertheless still stirs a sense of outrage. This aspect is even subtly imbued in the inevitable girls' dressing room scenes. The rich guys see nothing wrong with walking in on them as are getting changed because they're rich and they're just working class girls. One of those girls might be lucky if Mr wealthy decides to pluck them from their life of drudgery. Welcome to the 1930s!

Besides a profusion of young ladies in their underwear, one big reason to watch this isn't that bloke from Bristol, it's Adrienne Ames! She wasn't really an actress, she didn't make too many pictures, she was 'The celebrity' of the age. Her acting isn't that convincing but she certainly lights up the screen and it's great to see her in a rare leading role.

A beautifully written and sometimes magnificently played serious movie. Chester Morris and Carole Lombard love each other, but she is terrified of the corrosive effects of the life of poverty that she foresees with Morris. So they break up and drift into lives as a kept woman and a gigolo.

The two are almost perfect in their roles; Chester Morris plays a character who is almost unable to phrase a clear thought and pulls it off beautifully, for a wonderful payoff scene. Miss Lombard only fails in one scene, towards the end, when she is contemplating suicide: I blame the heavy-handed direction of it rather than her performance. But the movie is riddled with wonderful performances: the always excellent Alison Skipworth as Lombard's supportive mother; Reginald Barlow as the father who gives her no chance; Adrienne Ames and Walter Byron as their likable seducers. Particularly good is Rita La Roy, an actress whom I have never noticed before, as a kept woman who kills herself -- alas, this was her best part in the movies, After her career faded out she sold yachts. Cary Grant is also present in a small role, in his second movie, but if you're not paying attention to the soundtrack you could easily miss him: his voice was far more distinctive than his good looks at this stage of his career.

There is a happy ending, but it feels forced. That is the one flaw in this movie. Otherwise it is well worth your time.

This 1932 pre-code Paramount Picture, based on a magazine story by Mildred Cram and directed by Alexander Hall, is best remembered today because it contains a bit of Cary Grant in one of the many stiff playboy roles he did before stardom. All in all, it's not much a story, entirely predictable, but as staged expertly by Hall the film does recreate visually the atmosphere of New York and Long Island society that Fitzgerald wrote about in The Great Gatsby a few years before. The actors are all particularly well-cast, down to the smallest part. (Look especially for a few moments with Anderson Lawler as a self-confessing gigolo.) Chester Morris (Boston Blackie) is for once throughly believable in a tough guy up from the streets role, but as usual it's Carole Lombard--she who could do no wrong--who steals the show and carries the picture. She's both lovely and touching and wears many a superb Travis Banton costume. A true star.

This is a highly predictable story, which makes for a half-interesting film. It is almost as if the first scene between the main characters was already announcing everything that will take place. Doris and Jimmy love each other but he thinks they can marry without money, while she does not - and she does not trust him to be ambitious enough. As happens in Hollywood and not that often in real life, they are both soon offered occasions to climb up many steps at once through encounters with do-nothing millionaires - though Jimmy gets the better lot of the two as he is asked to marry, while Doris is not and finds herself relegated to the role of a half-official mistress. But in fact this difference is not that important - it would not be a real spoiler to tell how it all ends as anybody can guess it easily. Let us just say - in an elevator, as this is one of the amusing ideas in a film which manages to have a few ones, and occasionally crisp dialogues. These are the only times when Carole Lombard, who moreover is most of the time covered by heavy make-up making her look cheap, can really shine her true self and her abilities; at other times the film makes attempts, artificially and rather unsuccessfully, at a more melodramatic tone and she is visibly less at ease.