A showcase for Joan Crawford -- R. Montgomery's name appeared way at the bottom of the screen with all the other names while Joan's was huge above the credits. Cinderella story with a squalid sexy feel, including lots of lingerie-clad models and the suggestion of sexual violence. It's not really very funny, though, and sound hampers all aspects of this early "talkie". Montgomery is good as usual, but his role is very insubstantial considering his talents (which would not come out until years later in "Night Must Fall" and "suspense" on radio). This movie probably helped his career, though, because he looks and sounds pretty good in it, compared to the squeeking britishers starting to dominate films after sound (the best of whom, Ray Milland and Cary Grant, are fortunately the only ones well remembered).
Review of Our Blushing Brides
