The Flirting Widow

Far-fetched but amusing drawing-room comedy about an elder daughter (Dorothy Mackaill) who fakes a marriage engagement in order for her younger sister to marry, thereby avoiding having to wear "green stockings" at her wedding. The tradition is that younger daughters may not marry unless their older sisters have.

But Mackaill is determined to stay free so she fakes a letter to her nonexistent fiancée that she just invented (Basil Rathbone), but it gets mailed by accident. After posting a phony obituary in the paper, who should show up at the country manor (after receiving the letter in Arabia) but the fake fiancée pretending to be a friend of the deceased.

Lots of cat and mouse games and verbal sparring between Mackaill and Rathbone makes this an amusing comedy. One character has the silly name of Raleigh Raleigh who gets introduced to Rathbone and says "I'm Raleigh Raleigh" to which Rathbone replies, "Really? Really?" In Mackaill's opening scenes she dressed in a sweater and tweed skirt, her hair slicked back in a mannish cut. Raleigh (the typical English silly ass character) says to her, "You know, in that outfit you almost look like a man." She turns, eyes him up and down and retorts,"You know, in that mustache you look like a man ... almost." British born Mackaill doesn't have an English accent in this film set in England, which is odd. But she's very good and astonishingly gorgeous. Rathbone is fun as the faux fiancée.

Emily Fitzroy is hilarious as boozy Aunt Ida (who's in on the charade). Others include Leila Hyams as Evelyn, Flora Bramley as Phyllis, Claude Gillingwater as the father, Anthony Bushell as Bobby, William Austin as Raleigh, and Wilfred Noy as the butler.

There's an odd moment of censorship in a scene where Rathbone is putting a watch on a chain around Mackaill's neck. It slips into her cleavage. Rathbone leers as he watches her try to fish out the watch. He's says something that is blanked out, but Mackaill turns and responds sharply to whatever he says.

Certainly worth a look to see wonderful Dorothy Mackaill in her early talkie period.

The Laughing Widow (1930)

* 1/2 (out of 4)

A father (Claude Gillingwater) won't allow his youngest daughter (Leila Hyams) to marry the man she loves until her older sister Celia (Dorothy Mackaill) finds someone to marry her. Celia doesn't want to stand in the way of her sister so she makes up a fake fiancé but things take a turn for the worse when this mystery man ends up getting killed and his friend (Basil Rathbone) shows up at the house to give his items to the "widow." THE LAUGHING WIDOW is a real embarrassment and I'm really shocked to see that it came from First National and not some low-rent comedy that was just turning out movies to try and cash in on the sound craze. On a technical level this is one of the worst films I've seen from this era as it seems that the director either fell asleep at the chair or perhaps all the good takes were destroyed and all they had left to use in the film were outtakes or rehearsals. For the most part the camera is always just sitting still so there's no style to think of and most of the time the actors are delivering their lines with no feeling or passion. It really does look as if they weren't giving it their all because they thought it was just a run through or something. Mackaill, who had a pretty good run of films, is pretty forgettable in her part as is Hyams and Gillingwater. The funny thing about watching so many rare movies on Turner Classic Movies is that it keeps proving my thought that Rathbone has to have one of the greatest jumps in regards to talent. We all know he became a fabulous actor in the upcoming years but these early roles of his often find me wondering how it happened. He too is quite bland here and lacks any emotion in the role. The biggest problem with the film is simply how unfunny it actually is. The jokes never work and it appears as if no one was trying to make them work. This here is only recommended to bad movie lovers.

I enjoyed this so much I'm going to watch it again.

This is not something I ever thought I'd hear myself say but Basil Rathbone is hilarious! Neither can I believe that I actually laughed out loud at something written in the 1920s!

This is that rarest of things: a filmed stage play that's actually a proper film. So many early talkies look like they were made by someone just nailing a camera to the end of a stage, telling everyone to speak really slowly and hoping for the best. The acting is usually theatrical and stagey with the staging being static and stilted. But no, not in this; they do the impossible - take a stage play, keep the structure but make it into a genuine picture. Its style is very old fashioned but that just adds to its old world charm.

If you like a good old fashioned farce, whether it's The Aldwych Farces, Don't Just Lie There or the Carry On films, this should appeal to you. I'm genuinely surprised just how funny this is. Apart from The Marx Brothers, some Eddie Cantor and a handful of Laurel and Hardy films, I find a lot of American comedies from this era loud and crass and apparently made for simpletons. This isn't particularly classy and is hardly sophisticated but has a weirdly modern sense of humour. Acting, pace, presentation, dialogue and story are just right. Until ARSENIC AND OLD LACE came along over a decade later, I don't think I've ever seen a stage play so skilfully transformed into a motion picture.

There's none of that unnatural theatrical acting style here, except for comic effect. A lot of the characters are over the top caricatures as you'd expect in a comedy but everyone acts and talks like real people....sort of....it is still 1930 after all. As I said, Basil Rathbone, perhaps because you don't usually associate him with comedy is brilliant but so is Yorkshire lass, Dorothy Mackaill who has real comic timing. She made the transition absolutely seamless from silent acting style to acting in the talkies. You could imagine her in any modern drama or sit-com. She's also very pretty and without flaunting herself at all, she somehow exudes a sweet understated sensuality - and she's such a cute smile!

OK, this is not a classic, it's probably not in anyone's all time top ten but now it's definitely going into my top fifty. Well made, well acted and great fun.

Long-forgotten release from First National Pictures has a fairly hoary plot, but will surely be of interest to fans of sassy Dorothy Mackaill, real-life Ziegfeld Follies star who attained quite a following in the late 1920s. She has the lead here, playing a woman who invents a lover after her family pressures her to marry. Despite the presence of Dorothy (mercurial as ever) and co-star Basil Rathbone, there's not much excitement in this flimsy scenario. Film-historians and movie buffs of the Pre-Code Era might take a look. Still, the only funny line comes when a nerdy gentleman remarks to Mackaill, "You almost look like a man." She tells him, "So do you...almost." *1/2 from ****

In (someone's) old custom, the eldest sister had to marry first. But this really held things up for the other sisters, who may have already found their desired mate. And younger Phyllis (flora bramley) has found her man, Bobby (anthony bushell). So they hatch a scheme to marry off Celia, the older sister (dorothy mckaill). But Celia has some tricks of her own up her sleeve. The picture quality is pretty rough, an everyone is wearing SO MUCH face makeup. The sound is fine... and of course, this film is almost 100 years old, so we're lucky to have it in any condition. When a military man (Basil Rathbone) arrives at the front door, a huge monkey wrench tossed into the works. Rathbone had been knocking around hollywood for ten years, but hadn't started playing Sherlock Holmes yet. The story is rather silly, some scenes just go on waaaaay too long. When the mother goes into hysterics, that scene just goes on forEVER. And when they talk about going out or leaving, it takes FOREVER to actually do it. So much blathering. Started with a good premise, but the story needed jazzing up. Directed by Bill Seiter. Novel by british author A. Mason, probably best known for Four Feathers. THAT one keeps getting remade, first as silent films, and several times as talking pictures.