I discovered this film a few years back when it played at the Paramount. I went
because ... well ... I don't know. I've never been a Carole Lombard fan, nor a John
Barrymore fan. In fact, it was probably because my best friend at the time was a
devout Edgar Kennedy follower and well ... he made me go. Ooooooh, the agoooooony!!!
(That's ironic humor, baby.) This film was a revelation. Both Lombard and Barrymore
are so, so very good that you'll wanna cry. "I close the iron door on you."
You'll go around for years saying this to anyone whom you want to go away. You'll
say it while giving them a stiff arm to get out of your way. You'll say it with a
wild insane look in your eye. And you'll say it because it is useless to resist.
I didn't realize going into the theatre that Howard Hawks, fave director of The
Thing, Red River, Sergeant York, Bringing Up Baby, and on
and on and on, was involved. Here he is directing with the broadest possible strokes
and, wow, what paints he has, among them Ben Hecht, screenwriting god of Stagecoach,
Scarface, Kiss of Death, Gunga Din. Go see it. Now.
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