There's a certain period in Hollywood when films sort of grew up all of a sudden. I usually put the date around 1933, but it varies. Unfortunately, despit being made in 1935, this film was (you might say) not ready for prime time. It's awful. And that surprises me because I tend to like George Brent, and have recently been more appreicative of Ginger Rogers. But not here for either one of them.
And to top it off, supporting actor Alan Mowbray is so bad here that I don't know how he ever made another film.
Part of the problem is the plot (which is inane), how it's carried out (which is just plain boring), and the performances (which are lackluster).
To be honest, unless you're a huge Roger or a huge Brent fan, just DON'T WASTE YOUR TIME.
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