One of Ernest Lubitsch's lesser known films but an essential part of the canon nevertheless and why wouldn't it be with its Charles Brackett/Billy Wilder screenplay and with Cooper and Colbert as the leads. It's as frivolous as they come with Cooper and Colbert meeting cute over a pair of pajamas and marrying in a flash making Colbert Cooper's eighth wife but one determined that if there is to be a ninth then at least Claudette will come out of it rich.
Throw in David Niven, Edward Everett Horton, Franklin Pangborn and Elizabeth Patterson and you have the perfect cast. Of course, it's all very silly but it may also be proof that silliness might just have been what Cooper was best at while his leading lady is simply perfection. Belly laughs are largely absent; this is a slight affair by Lubitsch standards but even minor Lubitsch is a treat.
Throw in David Niven, Edward Everett Horton, Franklin Pangborn and Elizabeth Patterson and you have the perfect cast. Of course, it's all very silly but it may also be proof that silliness might just have been what Cooper was best at while his leading lady is simply perfection. Belly laughs are largely absent; this is a slight affair by Lubitsch standards but even minor Lubitsch is a treat.