All leading ladies must have something in their repertoire which they despise. Myrna Loy had "The Mask of Fu Manchu" and Carole Lombard has this, an hour long thriller where she is the vessel which a dead murderess uses to seek revenge. Not a great film by any means (and one that Lombard resented having to make), it is actually pretty enjoyable for its spooky atmosphere, haunting photography, and the melodramatic performance of Vivienne Osborne as the most malicious psychopathic murderess in film history. There's a good thrill or two to be had in this, especially when nosy landlady Beryl Mercer gets a bit too nosy and the antics of doctor H.B. Warner who fears that once Osborne is executed for her crimes, her evil spirit may not be finished.
Lombard doesn't really get much to do in this other than open her eyes extremely widely for the scenes where she is infiltrated by the dead woman's spirit. It certainly wasn't a juicy part for her after all the good things she had been doing up to that point and I can see why she resented having to do it. You have to suspend belief in many places, and if you manage to do that, you will find yourself having a good time.
Lombard doesn't really get much to do in this other than open her eyes extremely widely for the scenes where she is infiltrated by the dead woman's spirit. It certainly wasn't a juicy part for her after all the good things she had been doing up to that point and I can see why she resented having to do it. You have to suspend belief in many places, and if you manage to do that, you will find yourself having a good time.