“Say, a chipmunk and a rabbit. I wonder how this turns out.”
Jeepers, what’s a fella to do when he’s stuck in the middle of nowhere with two sexy broads with hormones on the rampage? What’s that? One of them’s married and her hubby, a swell guy, is present? When has that ever stopped a real man, especially when hormones are on the rampage?
Red Dust has a lot going for it: Gable at his most manly, Harlow taking a bath, Donald Crisp, usually a saint, playing a creep, Harlow taking a bath, the direction of Vic Fleming, who knows a thing or three about hot-blooded romantic dramas, Harlow taking a bath, the gorgeous b&w cinematography of Harold Rosson, who…