“You didn’t really think I’d let you go, did you?”
Cary Grant eats all the sandwiches. Kay Francis drives ex-boyfriends to suicide. Carole Lombard fly-fishes, badly. While I find this film deeply flawed in the back half, I love what it represents—namely, the kind of modern star-vehicle that Kay Francis rarely got the opportunity to perform in.
Sadly, this is a one-off for freelance Francis, a favor from friend Lombard and director Cromwell—the rest of her career would be filled with Universal character roles and co-produced RKO b-movies that while showing range, are world’s away from this polished and mainstream studio-picture.
⚠️ At the risk of giving away the game early i.e. the details of a piece I’m working on that will highlight the best film from every year of Kay Francis’ career—despite its faults, this is still the standout from her dismal 1939.
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