Mae West and W.C. Fields together for the first and only time - and how wonderfully they work together. They really fire off each other in this pretty bland and cheaply made little film. They also look great - Mae's cossies are splendid. But despite many memorable scenes - Mae gunning down scores of Indians from a train, W.C. cheating at cards etc - the dialogue is so sanitised that the pairing is never allowed to fly. Without sex Mae has little to offer and, although she tries to suggest things with those wonderful eyes, you can see her being tied down by the censors till she can hardly move or talk. This film makes you sad ultimately when you think how prudishness ruined one of the most electric partnerships of all time. How truly great this film could have been. By the way Margaret Hamilton plays a prude very well in the film - I suspect Mae would have liked to have gunned such people down.
Review of My Little Chickadee
