Proof That It’s Pre-Code
- I wish I could say vague racism is restricted to Pre-Code movies, but that’s a damn lie.
- Adultery galore, though it’s all sitting in the back of taxis and smooching someone while your wife is in another taxi smooching someone else.
So earlier this week, I was looking at my list of reviews that I’ve done for this weekly column, and I noticed a rather unsettling trend: so far, more often than not, I liked everything. There’s nothing worse than feeling like you’re failing to provide a critical component as a film critic, and that, of course, is to criticize the film.
“Maybe I just love the film of the 1930’s too much!” I cried to myself. “Maybe I will like everything that era had to offer just because I love it so!”
And, like rain on my wedding day, I was soon blessed with the chore of reviewing this turd.