In what seems to be a promising drama of rich and poor, noble and naughty Americans in Paris, William Powell and Carole Lombard rise above a dull screenplay and add class to a mediocre project. Powell is a society blackmailer, an American novelist down on his luck who sets his money hungry sights on the niece of one of his victims. That lovely lady is Lombard, probably the most likable young actress every in the movies. Her natural beauty and charm betray her 21 years, making her a delightful surprise among a list of barely legal thespians who seem artificial on screen. Lombard has much chemistry with the older Powell, and in this (their first of three films), the age difference is one that never distracts. Powell's seemingly not so noble rogue is hiding a big heart that only hardens when forced by his jealous ex-lover (Wynne Gibson), his partner in crime that can't believe that Powell would actually fall in love with Lombard.
Guy Kibbee is Lombard's wealthy fun-loving uncle who longs to see her with the more age suitable Lawrence Gray, while veteran sleazy portrayer George Chandler is Gibson's equally nefarious cohort. Viewers will find the film delightful as far as the performances, sets and costumes are concerned, but the dull dialog isn't as snappy as other similar pre-code films. A brief view of minor characters (wealthy older male and female American with obvious "working" members of the opposite sex) is amusing, particularly the stout woman's reaction when her gigolo suddenly runs off after a warning from Powell. At 71 minutes long, you'd think this would fly by, but for some reason, it seems longer and is therefore a dull disappointment. Powell and Lombard don't get much of an opportunity to utilize their tremendous comic talents, but on occasion, the magic does slip out (with some nasty dialog crispy sneered by the underrated Gibson) and for that, this is worth a viewing.
Guy Kibbee is Lombard's wealthy fun-loving uncle who longs to see her with the more age suitable Lawrence Gray, while veteran sleazy portrayer George Chandler is Gibson's equally nefarious cohort. Viewers will find the film delightful as far as the performances, sets and costumes are concerned, but the dull dialog isn't as snappy as other similar pre-code films. A brief view of minor characters (wealthy older male and female American with obvious "working" members of the opposite sex) is amusing, particularly the stout woman's reaction when her gigolo suddenly runs off after a warning from Powell. At 71 minutes long, you'd think this would fly by, but for some reason, it seems longer and is therefore a dull disappointment. Powell and Lombard don't get much of an opportunity to utilize their tremendous comic talents, but on occasion, the magic does slip out (with some nasty dialog crispy sneered by the underrated Gibson) and for that, this is worth a viewing.