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The plot for this movie has been used numerous times before and numerous times since. It's the old 'poor girl' passes herself off as 'rich girl' in order to meet 'rich guy' who in turn is not so rich himself and is hoping to meet a 'rich girl' of his own.

It was nice to see Edward Gargan in one of his usual slow witted character roles. This time around he plays a truck driver who has a very short almost non existent fuse which offsets some of his geniality.

The early scenes between Irene Ware and Sidney Blackmer have some nice repartee particularly in the cooking scene. However most of the later dialogue in the film is fairly flat and standard.

It all wraps up in about 64 minutes so you won't invest a whole lot of time or effort into seeing this through to the end.

Pretty much every character in this film is stereotypical, but since the film employs absolutely first rate actors in every role and has a decent and easy-to-take screenplay, they manage to pull the story of a somewhat gold-digging girl looking for The Better Life, aided and abetted by a classy down-at-the-heels member of Society, up to a near A-level effort, even if the budget remains strictly B-level. I've never understood why Irene Ware didn't 'make it' in Hollywood. She was extraordinarily pretty without being beautiful, had a delightful personality, and was a good actress - not unlike a B version of Marguerite Churchill (also a B personality, but in more perhaps B-plus films), Wendy Barrie or Virginia Bruce, all of whom shared those same attributes and did romantic comedy with the best practitioners of the art. Sidney Blackmer simply cannot be bad, and he is quite charming in his role here. Indeed, for all practical purposes he would appear to be the leading man, except that it doesn't quite turn out that way. (What is called "the kitchen scene" here, between Ware and Blackmer, and mentioned by other reviewers, is probably the highlight of the movie and might have achieved a kind of minor immortality if done in an A film by, say, William Powell and Carole Lombard.) Russell Hopton as the target Miss Ware really does go for manages to play it tough and classy at the same time and we are not surprised he turns out to be an ex-bootlegger. Hopton died a suicide a decade later, only 45, but in all his best tough-as-nails roles, he looks like the last person on earth who would commit suicide! (See G-MEN for vindication.) Betty Compson went from silent screen stardom to talking B-films to near-bit 1940s roles, but survived pretty well (see her in an atypical but rather memorable role in Lugosi's THE INVISIBLE GHOST) and is charming here. In fact, the whole cast is admirable, with the possible exception of Edward Gargan, who here, instead of playing his usual lovable-if-dumb cop or workman, plays a loudmouthed bully who is the only really objectionable character in the film (even if the others are somewhat mercenary, they are at least charmingly so). Of course, this is very early Gargan and he is only doing what the script and the director ask of him, so even he is admirable in his way, I guess. Anyway, this is a film that could easily have been made for an A studio with a top A cast - Carole Lombard/Jean Harlow and Ronald Colman/William Powell, then Clark Gable/Spencer Tracy and Norma Shearer/Myrna Loy would not have been the least bit out of place in the four leads, and one can imagine Nat Pendleton in the Gargan role. If it had been done by them, it would probably have had an even better script, certainly better production values, and most likely be better remembered today. But I doubt it would really have been substantially more enjoyable than this little and rather unjustly forgotten B effort.

"A woman can fool a man, but she has a difficult time putting anything over on her own sex." So says the veteran vixen Betty Compson as she realizes the designs that old flame Sidney Blackmer has on the newcomer to the female game, Irene Ware, scheming to trap a rich man, but naively believing that Blackmer isn't interested in her. He knows she's an opportunist but doesn't mind, watching her flirt with the pompous or foolish rich men cavorting around the pool of a fancy resort. This is society comedy poverty row style, and there certainly is a lot of that.

In addition to Ware, Blackmer and Compson, there's sweet looking little old lady Lucy Beaumont as Ware's seemingly innocent companion. There's all sort of eccentric types, usually the unknowing barbs of Compson's cracks, and the men from Ware's past who expose her to a bootlegger in society who is as crass as she is sweet and innocent on the surface. Call this a scheming Cinderella story where not so noble intentions come out rewarded. As screwball comedies began taking late depression era potshots at the silly idle rich, this one took a more serious view with a sly wink, but missing the wackiness that has made the screwball comedy genre a fan favorite today.

It so strongly reminded me of other plots that at time I wasn't sure what I was watching. "Pygmalion", "My Fair Lady," "The Palm Beach Story," "The Lady Eve." Irene Ware, a former Miss United States in real life, is fired from her promising job as a waitress and runs into a drunken but avuncular Sidney Blackmer, a former rich man who is now in hock up to his neck. This was shot in 1934, mind you, and there was a depression.

They concoct a scheme. Blackmer will sell shares in a phony product and with the money they will buy a new wardrobe for Ware, establish themselves at the posh Clifton Hotel, palm Ware off as a society girl only recently released from a convent school with time off for good behavior, marry her to one of the millionaires, and Ware and Blackmer will divide the proceeds.

Now, a standard romantic comedy plot would have Blackmer and Ware falling for each other and getting married, hypothetical imperatives be damned. But this story introduces a young, more eligible husband for Ware, Russell Hopton. He has a little money too, but he's hardly society. He runs a trucking company and is a former bootlegger.

In my humble view, it was a mistake to introduce Hopton. He sounds like a gangster and looks like a cartoon villain out the Dick Tracy comic strips. He seems to have little in the way of jaw or chin, so the whole of his head sits on his maxilla which, in its turn, sits directly on his shoulders. He can't act either.

Oddly enough, Sidney Blackmer delivers a quiet performance full of a kind of fumbling wit. He gets some good lines. When he had the right role -- a seriocomic one, as in "Rosemary's Baby" -- he did much better than he did as a straight villain.

Irene Ware is exceptional, especially for a former beauty queen, because she isn't staggeringly attractive. What she does have is a native but masked sensuality. Her features are plain and pure, a dish of vanilla ice cream, but the way she carries herself and the slender figure she displays in a bathing suit make it possible to grasp why she might win a beauty contest. Her performance may be the best in the movie.

The woman that Blackmer finally marries, Betty Compson, is nearer Blackmer's age and has been in love with him for years. She has a heart of gold. If only her voice didn't sound like the crushing of a multitude of egg shells.

It's worth a viewing. Not two viewings.