So forgettable that after 24 hours I have already forgotten what this was about and how on earth I managed to sit through this utter tedium. You might think you've seen this but you've probably not, it's because it's identical to so much other polished hot air made about the same time.
Straight from the horrendous SIGN OF THE CROSS, Fredric March, still wearing DeMille's lipstick and Claudette Colbert found themselves making the same mindless pseudo-intellectual trash which Paramount just couldn't seem to stop making. Possibly there was a legal requirement that this story and variations of it had to comprise at least 50% of all Hollywood production? To stand out from the crowd these films had to have something different about them or be a bit special but this is so incredibly samey and predictable it's a real test of endurance making it to the end.
ROMAN HOLIDAY made a few decades later was ok but switching the story around, THE KING AND THE CHORUS GIRL (1937) was probably the funniest of this tired and trite tale. This however, despite the obvious big budget, Mr March being his usual likeable self and Claudette Colbert being as wonderful as always, is just the blandest of the bland. There's nothing bad about this, you can't even dislike it because it engenders so little engagement with you that you're physically unable to actually feel any emotions towards it whatsoever.
Straight from the horrendous SIGN OF THE CROSS, Fredric March, still wearing DeMille's lipstick and Claudette Colbert found themselves making the same mindless pseudo-intellectual trash which Paramount just couldn't seem to stop making. Possibly there was a legal requirement that this story and variations of it had to comprise at least 50% of all Hollywood production? To stand out from the crowd these films had to have something different about them or be a bit special but this is so incredibly samey and predictable it's a real test of endurance making it to the end.
ROMAN HOLIDAY made a few decades later was ok but switching the story around, THE KING AND THE CHORUS GIRL (1937) was probably the funniest of this tired and trite tale. This however, despite the obvious big budget, Mr March being his usual likeable self and Claudette Colbert being as wonderful as always, is just the blandest of the bland. There's nothing bad about this, you can't even dislike it because it engenders so little engagement with you that you're physically unable to actually feel any emotions towards it whatsoever.