Proof That It’s Pre-Code All the usual hotel nighttime activities. There’s an extended subplot about an industrialist negotiating with a stenographer about what she will give him in exchange for an all-expense paid trip through Europe. It includes this wonderful line: “I don’t suppose you’d take some… dictation from me Read more…
Barbara O’Neill Barbara Stanwyck Bradley Carlton Ricardo Cortez Eddie Miller … Monroe Owlsey Proof That It’s Pre-Code Ten Cents a Dance is about professional dance hall girls, who don’t come across like prostitutes at all. I mean, sure, they stand around, looking bored (“while you wait, you advertise”), waiting for Read more…
Proof That It’s Pre-Code Adultery. Duh. Our characters get sloshed in a speakeasy, with Joan Blondell busting out some fantastic drunk acting. A noble act of suicide saves the day. It should be noted that it does not look painless, though. Line that wouldn’t mean the same thing nowadays: “I’m Read more…
The precursor to a boatload of gangster films, The Doorway to Hell isn’t quite up to snuff but it’s an interesting diversion.
Another Wheeler and Woolsey (you sick of those yet?). This one comes from the oooooold west.
The Frankenstein monster is the female beauty ideal in this lame Cary Grant outing.
More women in lingerie! More singing! More dancing! More Eddie Cantor! … wait, where are you going?