Beatrice Lillie is eminently likeable as the plain actress in a traveling theater troupe who plays the maid and is a servant to the others off the stage, but dreams of being a star. Jack Pickford plays a bank clerk on the run after being framed for embezzlement, and naturally he falls in with the company, and Lillie falls for him. There is a real sweetness to this film, and Lillie's comic moments are a clear forerunner to those of Carol Burnett, especially in the wonderful final 15 minutes where she assumes the role of vamp (seriously, watch those and tell me you don't see Burnett). Pickford holds up his end despite the wild life he was leading off the screen, and it's interesting seeing him in his penultimate film, seven years before his early death. The ending is quite touching and very well done too.
Despite everything the film had going for it, the reason I didn't rate it higher was the first half of the film, where the humor was cute but rather dated, e.g. Whacking ketchup out of a bottle all over a guy, or leaving an iron on a shirt too long and burning it. Offsetting some of that was Franklin Pangborn in his feature film debut, in an effeminate character type he made a career out of, even if it is stereotypical. Anyway, if you're struggling to enjoy the film as much as you like Lillie, I suggest sticking with it, as it finishes strongly.
Despite everything the film had going for it, the reason I didn't rate it higher was the first half of the film, where the humor was cute but rather dated, e.g. Whacking ketchup out of a bottle all over a guy, or leaving an iron on a shirt too long and burning it. Offsetting some of that was Franklin Pangborn in his feature film debut, in an effeminate character type he made a career out of, even if it is stereotypical. Anyway, if you're struggling to enjoy the film as much as you like Lillie, I suggest sticking with it, as it finishes strongly.