10 December 2019 | boblipton
Can't Help Loving That Man Of Mine
Edmund Lowe is a con man, and a real artist at the grift. Nancy Carroll is the woman who loves him, and he loves her, but she wants all the traditional things: marriage, respectability, and a steady existence. Lowe doesn't have the temperament for that. Nancy loves him, so she strings along, to the point of getting what she wants, until the past shows up in the form of a couple of old associates whom Lowe cheated.
It's a consistently entertaining comedy-drama, with fine performances by the leads. Miss Carroll seems like the now much more familiar Claudette Colbert, who was still working her way up the ranks, thanks to roles in Lubitsch movies; at this stage, she was probably on the Paramount payroll as a threat to Miss Carroll. Lowe, on the other hand, was a frequent visitor to the Paramount lot, where he seems a lot more relaxed and natural than he does in his contemporary work at his home base of Fox Films; there, he usually spent most of his time either in an Army uniform wrangling with Victor Maclaglen, or in evening clothes. The script by Graham Baker and Casey Robinson suits him.
There seems to be little doubt that producer/director Harry Joe Brown had a knack for building star vehicles. He would soon give up directing entirely, and concentrate on producing. He is best remembered for the series of westerns he produced for Randolph Scott in the 1950s.