Imagine that - fake news in 1937! Who would have thought?
Well, I didn't seem to catch the hysterical humor that a lot of other reviewers on this site seemed to have gotten out of the picture. Nor did I note any detectable romantic chemistry between Miss Hazel Flagg (Carole Lombard) and Morning Star reporter Wally Cook (Fredric March). Even when he was proclaiming his undying love for her, it didn't seem like Wally was entirely convinced, as if he were trying to assure himself of the fact as well as Hazel. The wrestlers at Madison Square Garden came across as more realistic. Maybe March wasn't the right guy to cast opposite Miss Lombard; William Powell or Cary Grant might have been better choices, March seemed just a bit too disengaged in the role.
A couple of things that grabbed my attention didn't even have anything to do with the story per se. An opening scene of Times Square revealed that Coca-Cola was placing their logo in movie scenes as far back as the Thirties, whereas today, almost every modern movie you're liable to see will contain some reference to Coke, it's almost a hundred percent guarantee. And then there was that scene from inside the plane that Wally Cook and Hazel Flagg were flying in. They were able to read the sky-written message stating 'Hello Hazel' welcoming her to New York, but it would have been viewed backwards to anyone on the ground below, the presumed audience for it.
Another huh? moment occurred for me when the name of the Morning Star publisher was revealed, it was Oliver Stone! Not that the name was so unusual, but being the same as a controversial and legendary modern day film maker caught me off guard. Not shy about conspiracy theories, the Oliver Stone of today might have been able to do something with the radium poisoning business at the center of this story if he'd been born earlier. I don't know how I come up with these things, I just do.
Don't take my review as a total put-down of the picture. There are some funny moments, the main one being the bedroom punch-out between Wally and Hazel, but it was too little and too late to ensure this film's status as a screwball classic. Oh yeah, and if you were paying attention, it was pretty obvious to me that the Lady Godiva character in the stage show was giving the audience the finger. How did they ever get away with that?
Well, I didn't seem to catch the hysterical humor that a lot of other reviewers on this site seemed to have gotten out of the picture. Nor did I note any detectable romantic chemistry between Miss Hazel Flagg (Carole Lombard) and Morning Star reporter Wally Cook (Fredric March). Even when he was proclaiming his undying love for her, it didn't seem like Wally was entirely convinced, as if he were trying to assure himself of the fact as well as Hazel. The wrestlers at Madison Square Garden came across as more realistic. Maybe March wasn't the right guy to cast opposite Miss Lombard; William Powell or Cary Grant might have been better choices, March seemed just a bit too disengaged in the role.
A couple of things that grabbed my attention didn't even have anything to do with the story per se. An opening scene of Times Square revealed that Coca-Cola was placing their logo in movie scenes as far back as the Thirties, whereas today, almost every modern movie you're liable to see will contain some reference to Coke, it's almost a hundred percent guarantee. And then there was that scene from inside the plane that Wally Cook and Hazel Flagg were flying in. They were able to read the sky-written message stating 'Hello Hazel' welcoming her to New York, but it would have been viewed backwards to anyone on the ground below, the presumed audience for it.
Another huh? moment occurred for me when the name of the Morning Star publisher was revealed, it was Oliver Stone! Not that the name was so unusual, but being the same as a controversial and legendary modern day film maker caught me off guard. Not shy about conspiracy theories, the Oliver Stone of today might have been able to do something with the radium poisoning business at the center of this story if he'd been born earlier. I don't know how I come up with these things, I just do.
Don't take my review as a total put-down of the picture. There are some funny moments, the main one being the bedroom punch-out between Wally and Hazel, but it was too little and too late to ensure this film's status as a screwball classic. Oh yeah, and if you were paying attention, it was pretty obvious to me that the Lady Godiva character in the stage show was giving the audience the finger. How did they ever get away with that?