Mae West and W. C. Fields were fantastic together, in spite of or their reportedly mutual loathing each other. Fields was at the top of his game here, and Mae West, in spite of her age and build was absolutely lovely. I really must see some of her earlier stuff, before the Hays Office made all films suitable for six-year-bolds. It was a bit incongruous to see Margaret Hamilton in a role here, when she will always be the Wicked Witch of the West. Some memorable lines from West and Fields throughout, and West's continuous streams of double entendres were a lot of fun. Also cute to see each of them say the other's signature line to each other at the end.
Review of My Little Chickadee
