You wonder, sometimes, how an actor as good as William Powell, could possibly wind up in a piece of nonsense that is as funny as the bite of a scorpion (8 in the zodiac wheel of life) in heat would be. Someone with the star power of Powell you would think has enough clout to call the shots when it comes to making a movie, and if so, how is it he ever chose to make this one. Hedy Lamaar, as luscious a tomato if ever there was one, maintains her luminosity without inviting any real acting talent into her repertoire. Fay Bainter presents a different view of herself which is, uh, different. All in all, let this one drift off into the regions of the nether nether lands, the land below. (Maybe, just maybe, if an actress really worthy of playing opposite Powell, like Loy, or a zany Rosalind Russell, or Colbert or Arthur - ah, yes, Jean Arthur - someone with screwball capabilities, it might have been better served, and we along with it.)
Review of The Heavenly Body
