For anyone who doesn't know what the title means, it's certainly spelled out in the picture's story. I won't give the whole thing away but I did find it interesting the way George Brent's character transfers his ideas of living on velvet on to his wife, played by Kay Francis. They both suffer a lot in this film, but since this is a melodrama geared for female audiences, her torment is designed to be a lot more noble than his. Warren William, billed over Brent, appears as the couple's best friend, in more of a supporting role; he probably suffers too but his reduced screen time doesn't allow us to glimpse his particular turmoil and neurosis. Tearjerking aside, I found the performances to be sincerely played, and the woman (Helen Lowell) cast as Kay's impatient aunt was particularly good. Some of the denouement didn't make sense in the last few minutes, because a character who was supposed to die was suddenly allowed to live (per Jack Warner's wishes). Even if said character had died, I am not too sure how it would have reinforced a point the writers were trying to make. Maybe it was all supposed to lead to a realization that pain and suffering can be erased somehow, once you stop living on velvet.
Review of Living on Velvet
