Director(I use the term loosely) Victor Halperin has succeeded here in giving us one of the most unintentionally funny films of all time.
I feared the worst from the opening quotes by Confucius, Mohammed and St. Matthew to the accompaniment of a truly appalling score. There were apparently no less than three composers all of whom must have been extremely relieved to remain uncredited. Someone named Sidney Salkow who is credited as 'dialogue director' deserved to be run out of town.
Thank heaven for small mercies in the shape of the divine Carole Lombard. Contractually obliged to appear in this rubbish one can easily imagine her falling about with laughter whenever the camera stopped rolling. It has been said of her that she has the ability to look both tender and cruel at the same time which ironically makes her perfect casting as an angelic socialite whose body is possessed by that of a previously executed strangler. She even manages to make her amorous scenes with charmless blob Allan Dinehart convincing(well, sort of) She is far better suited to juvenile Randolph Scott but he looks woefully out of place in this setting and seems lost without his horse. As for the rest of the cast there is plenty of Ham on display but none of it of the finest quality.
I am forever puzzled by the need of so many 'reviewers' to inflict upon us a wordy synopsis. Why and for whose benefit?
Watching this awful opus has at least enabled me to add Victor Halperin to my ever-growing list of directors to avoid at all costs.
I feared the worst from the opening quotes by Confucius, Mohammed and St. Matthew to the accompaniment of a truly appalling score. There were apparently no less than three composers all of whom must have been extremely relieved to remain uncredited. Someone named Sidney Salkow who is credited as 'dialogue director' deserved to be run out of town.
Thank heaven for small mercies in the shape of the divine Carole Lombard. Contractually obliged to appear in this rubbish one can easily imagine her falling about with laughter whenever the camera stopped rolling. It has been said of her that she has the ability to look both tender and cruel at the same time which ironically makes her perfect casting as an angelic socialite whose body is possessed by that of a previously executed strangler. She even manages to make her amorous scenes with charmless blob Allan Dinehart convincing(well, sort of) She is far better suited to juvenile Randolph Scott but he looks woefully out of place in this setting and seems lost without his horse. As for the rest of the cast there is plenty of Ham on display but none of it of the finest quality.
I am forever puzzled by the need of so many 'reviewers' to inflict upon us a wordy synopsis. Why and for whose benefit?
Watching this awful opus has at least enabled me to add Victor Halperin to my ever-growing list of directors to avoid at all costs.