We're in the Money

I love Joan Blondell and Glenda Farreell. They're fun when together and both had charming careers on their own. (Blondell's, of course, lasted longer and had higher wattage.) Ross Alexander, who plays a a character engaged in a love/hate relationship with Blondell, was also very appealing. He was handsome and talented. Yet he always seems sad in the movies made during his very short career.

Blondell's character is named Ginger, in homage, I'd guess, to the lady who sings the title song (not used or alluded to here) in pig Latin in a higher budget movie. She and Farrell are process servers. Some of their antics are amusing enough. I think climbing into the ring to serve a subpoena to a prizefighter has a kind of cruel edge and is also far-fetched.

And that's the problem with this. Though snappy for its first third or so, it becomes too far-fetched. Hugh Herbert steals cars he drives without a license. People are in boats, falling off boats ... It takes on a desperate quality that eventually makes it a chore to watch.