The plot is paper thin, a beautiful socialite (Joan Crawford) has grown weary of her boyfriend (Robert Montgomery) and his womanizing ways. She tries to make him jealous (with cutie Franchot Tone in order to prove his love for her. Adapted from a play, it’s one of those ‘white telephone’ comedies from the 1930's, but the laughs are few and far between. Let’s be clear, there’s only one reason to watch: Crawford at the height of her chiseled beauty in a plethora of designer gowns by MGM’s star costumer, Adrian. Slinky, satiny, bare-backed, Crawford is the epitome of Depression-era glamour and she knows how to work those threads. For a few pennies it must have been well worth the audience’s escapism to watch this human dress form and live in her world if only for a fleeting moment.
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