This self aggrandizing film celebrates everything that is ugly about Hollywood. If that is your thing, then this is for you. Don't get me wrong, I did get a chuckle over the acclaimed Barrymore sending his lackey out to buy all the Dervishes from the sultan of Constantinople, but I just couldn't fully commit to the full on mad train car dash and rapid fire tricks, lies, and dialogue set to win back our actress in this mad-dash romp. The death toll for this film for me was my ears bleeding due to Carole Lombard's cacophonous and overly dramatic wailing. This went beyond watch and delete and traversed into the realm of couldn't stomach a repeat and would warn others to avoid. Both of these amazing actors have far better performances in other films. Read the summary for this film, it is gentler on one's ears and watch them act in other films.
Review of Twentieth Century
