Este Homem é Meu

Based on a play, "This Man is Mine" is a 1934 film directed by John Cromwell and starring Irene Dunne, Ralph Bellamy, Constance Cummings, Kay Johnson, and Sidney Blackmer.

Dunne plays Tony Dunlap, who for 4-1/2 years has been married to Jim, and they have a little boy. They are very happy. Then they learn that femme fatale Fran Harper is back in town. Fran left Jim at the altar, so she's a sore subject. Tony makes no attempt to keep her husband and Fran separated, and Fran, a beautiful glamor girl, immediately makes a play for her ex-beau. Within five minutes, he's making out with her and ready to divorce his wife and leave his child. Pretty ridiculous. Tony agrees to give him a divorce in six months, if that's what he still wants. Of course she knows in six months he'll want no such thing, but for some reason she wants to keep him around.

It goes on from there. This is a weak play with two not very believable characters, the obvious Fran and Jim, although I suppose it could be argued that as obvious as Fran is, you couldn't expect a dummy like Jim to see it.

Dunne does a great job as a smart woman who's in love and takes the clever road. She could be applauded if she weren't married to someone who doesn't deserve her.

Cummings, a wonderful actress, looks gorgeous and plays her part to the flirtatious hilt. Though she never liked Hollywood and eventually returned to both the theater and her native England, she was always a pleasure to watch. In the late '70s, she did a play, Wings, on Broadway and on tour about a stroke victim and had great success. She worked until 1986, when she was about 80, and died when she was 90. A shame she didn't make more movies.

Despite poorly fleshed-out characters and an unrealistic scenario, "This Man is Mine" is enjoyable for Dunne and Cummings, and also Sidney Blackmer in a decent role, years before he played Roman Castavet in Rosemary's Baby.

The idle rich have little to occupy their time but playing cards and seducing each other's spouses. At least that is what the characters in "This Man is Mine" suggest. This short tired tale of marital infidelity, adapted from a play, retains its staginess and does not merit the presence of Irene Dunne in the central role. Despite her talent and beauty and voice, Dunne as Tony Dunlap fails to convince viewers that her character would try to save a worthless marriage to Jim Dunlap, played by Ralph Bellamy. Bellamy evidently has retained suppressed feelings for a former flame throughout his marriage to Dunne, with whom he has had a young son. When the former girlfriend arrives on the scene to rekindle her romance with Bellamy, the film's fragile grip on credibility crumbles. Although Constance Cummings as Francesca is an amusing conniving tart, the transparency of her character and motives makes Bellamy look like an utter idiot when he returns her advances. Viewers may be forgiven for shouting "you blithering fool" and throwing tomatoes at the screen when Bellamy falls for Cummings's tricks, especially when the other characters on screen easily see through her. Bellamy's character must have inherited wealth, because there was no way this gullible dimwit could make his way in the business world. As a father, he is ready to toss away his child for a shallow man hunter. He does not deserve Irene Dunne's attention, let alone her hand and devotion. By the final frame, "This Man is Mine" has descended into completely incredible nonsense. Only the performances of Dunne and Cummings and the handsome presence of future western star Charles Starrett offer any reason to see this annoying trifle.

Irene Dunne plays Chopin and Hoagy Carmichael, paints landscapes, and has a toddler by husband Ralph Bellamy, whom she loves. Along comes Constance Cummings. She used to be engaged to Bellamy -- presumably before Miss Dunne married him -- and had abandoned him. She proceeds to wrap him around her finger and makes Bellamy ask his wife for a divorce.

This looks like it snuck in just before the Code descended on Hollywood, and while it starts off treacly and annoying as you wonder how Bellamy can fall for Miss Cummings' BS again, by the third act you accept that he's a fool. That's because Miss Dunne has decided to give him a divorce, but in New York State, where the only grounds are infidelity, and while Miss Collier enjoys taking other women's husbands from them, she doesn't think it polite for anyone to mention it. There's also the fun of Charles Starrett called up to act, and doing a decent job of it under the direction of John Cromwell, and Sidney Blackmer, before he became typecast, as a smug brute.

It's the sort of film I don't much care for, and it takes a while to get moving. However, by the end of it, it's a lot of fun.

This has a great cast. Ralph Bellamy is always good and here he is not an object of ridicule. Of course, I watched it for Irene Dunne. And she is the fulcrum of the piece, looking mousy but acting like a tigress. Sidney Blackmer, who became a distinguished stage actor, is convincing and quite attractive as a rich bad boy.

The two standouts are Kay Johnson as Dunne's sister-in-law and the fine actress, also a marvelous stage performer many years later, Constance Cummings.

The Cummings character is the best developed and most interesting. Just back from a divorce and ready for trouble, she is like a character from "The Women." Her role is a bit more well rounded than the characters in that movie.

This is a pot boiler from the thirties but is worth seeing because of Irene Dunne. She had the most impeccable comedic timing of any actress. Nominated for best actress five times she never won an Oscar, a real injustice. The Academy never honored her with a lifetime achievement award either. The script is witty and somewhat daring for its time. There is implied adulterous sex. I enjoyed seeing Charles Starrett in a supporting role. He later became famous in B westerns as the Durango Kid. Sidney Blackmer was also featured and he is best remembered as Roman Castevets the warlock in Rosemary's Baby. Take a bite of this confection; it is short sweet and to the point.