|Glory Eden …
|Jim Davey …
|Speed Dennis …
|Sam Ipswich …
|Elmerada De Leon …
|Herbert Childress …
|Released by RKO | Directed By William A. Seiter|
Proof That It’s Pre-Code
- We begin the movie with Glory Eden (Rogers) on the radio and in the midst of a temper tantrum. She warns the manager, “If those things aren’t here by the time I finish, I’ll sign off with something stronger than ‘I love you’!” The manager panics, and tells the sponsor who must get a hold of the “doodads” that Glory requested– a pair of lacy black see-through underwear.
- Glory is sold as “The Purity Girl”, which means that she wants to be anything but. Her attempts at rebellion are noted with horror, with Speedy (McHugh) explaining, “If you even look at a man, Walter Winchell has you contemplating a ‘blakenty-blank’ event!” (The ‘blankety-blank’ is codeword for a ‘blessed’ event, AKA getting knocked up out of wedlock). Speedy also explains about Glory, “I’m afraid to leave her with a bellboy that she may talk to him about the facts of life!”
- For all of her tantrums and fits, Glory gets both spanked and punched in the face.
- And the film’s most infamous exchange between Elmerada (Pitts) and Glory:
“All the movie stars trust Elmerada! I eat with them, I sleep with them–“
“You sleep with them?!”
Professional Sweetheart: Your Cake and Eating It, Too
“Please God, don’t let her die! She’s wicked, but I love her.”
I think the best way to start off this review is to immediately date it: have you ever heard of Lindsey Lohan? How about Vanessa Hudgens, Selena Gomez, or, heck, Annette Funicello? All Disney stars portrayed as virginal princesses who have, in one way or another, ‘gone bad’, even if it was just putting on a bikini and dancing with Frankie Avalon.
Another schizophrenic, breakneck comedy from the early 30s, Professional Sweetheart is about the private life of a public virgin, someone who went from rags to riches but can’t do what she wants because that isn’t what the public wants. And what the public wants, the public gets.
Rogers is Glory, a former orphan turned brat whose desires run at a 180 degree angle from her radio star personality as “America’s Purity Sweetheart”. She’s into dirty dancing, see-through garments, and spends every night voraciously trying to find a way to get a man to take her down to Harlem.
Her entourage must keep her from herself or risk damaging her sponsor’s brand, The Ipsy-Wipsy Wash Cloth Company. These include the company’s owner, Ipswich (Ratoff), a fey publicity coordinator, Childress (Pangborn), and an imaginative press agent named Speed (McHugh). They’re also trying to get her to sign a new contract, while their rivals over at the Kelsey Dish Rag Company (headed by Edward Kennedy and Allen Jenkins) vie for her endorsement, no matter how insufferable she may be off the air.
Speed pitches one idea that will satisfy a few of Glory’s more carnal urges: picking a random piece of fan mail and hooking the writer up as Glory’s new romantic beau. The entourage discourage her from her more luxurious choices (“I want a playboy. An international playboy. Every girl’s got one.”), and instead choose someone of ‘purest Anglo-Saxon blood’ who ‘got to be a virgin’, a backwards country hick from Kentucky with a penchant for bad poetry named Jim (Foster).
A battle ensues between Glory and Jim, as he buys into her public persona and she uses him as a negotiating ploy. When he discovers that she’s really a jazz baby who wants to ‘go to the devil’, he kidnaps her and takes her back to Kentucky, where a battle of wills, flesh, and slapstick violence rages on. A couple of exchanges:
Glory: “I’ll be darned if you do.”
Jim: “Cut out that swearing!”
Glory: “[I love] Smoking and liquor and men.”
Jim: “Men?! How many?!”
Glory “I don’t know. Hundreds.”
In a fit of anger and panic, Jim knocks Glory out with one punch. As he freaks out, she uses the opportunity to feign weakness and get what she wants– and we’ll let a suggestive fade-out take over from there.
Speed shows up the next morning to find that Glory has been, essentially, screwed into complacency. Now that her carnal urges have been satiated, she’s fine being a farmer’s wife and living out her life in service to him. Speed doesn’t believe her, though, and arranges for her to listen in to her usual program that evening.
Meanwhile, at his behest, Ipswich has decided to let Glory’s black maid, Vera (Harris) sing on the program. The threat isn’t just that they’ve promoted Glory’s maid to do her job, but that she’s black. Vera’s jazzy rendition of Glory’s saccharine sweet ballad is far different, leaving Jim down in Kentucky proclaiming it to be dirty and moving his hips in scintillating ways.
Besides reinforcing what a complete idiot Jim is, this serves to snap Glory out of her post-wedding night bliss. Through a complex series of silly negotiations, Jim is brought onto her show to read poetry and she has a new contract. As a result, the wash cloth and dish rag companies merge as well, creating the Ipsy Kelsey Clothies, a name so sweet it could make you vomit. The funny part about the ending: the two rival business chiefs seem more amicable and happy than the egotistical star and her caveman husband who got everything they demanded.
The film has some of the weirdest racial currents you may get for the era, with Vera both being someone that Glory desperately wants to emulate but also loathes once she’s elevated to the same level as her. It might almost be an interesting commentary if the film was conscious of it at all, but, notably, Vera is missing from the tableau of smiling faces at the end. I guess America wasn’t ready for Vera’s brand of fire, and it’s to the film’s shame that we don’t find out what happened to her.
That being said, the film isn’t exactly a screed for white supremacy. Jim is presented as ‘the purest Anglo-Saxon’ in America, and is portrayed as someone whose intelligence hovers right around the same level as the dirt he farms. His sexual voracity, however, is remarkable (“You don’t kiss like you look!”) and, just like Vera’s sexy baritone and hip wiggling, seen as wholly desirable on a personal level. To a mass market, though, they’re rejected.
And that’s what Professional Sweetheart is about, of course: the prudish demands that Americans place on their performers, something that causes plenty of people plenty of trouble. It’s not just that they have to detest vice, be humble, and (at the time) be lily white in skin tone, but that any slip on this is viewed as a complete betrayal. In the end, the public gets what it wants, the corporations are happy, and Glory has toned down her schtick… though it seems obvious that that probably won’t last very long.
Much to the film’s benefit, it’s supporting cast is undeniably strong. This thing is filled to the brim with supporting stars from Warner Brothers, so much so that I was amazed not to see Guy Kibbee tottering about in the background. Zasu Pitts is a riot, with her reporter’s interview style essentially forming one brainless monologue. All of the film’s many comic supporting actors are working double time to make the film as silly as Professional Sweetheart be as silly as it can possibly be.
Professional Sweetheart is an odd monstrosity, one of those comedies that has nothing nice to say about anybody. Men are idiots, hicks are stupid, women are egomaniacs, black people are trying to steal our jobs, and corporations are run by hysterical ninnies. And the point seems to be that it’s all thanks to you– all those wonderful people listening to their radios out there in the dark.
Trivia & Links
- TCMDB talks about how the film is Ginger Rogers’ first for RKO. They also
They signed Rogers to a three-picture deal at $1,600 a week. Oddly, they weren’t that impressed with her singing. For the only time in her career,she was dubbed. The real singer of “My Imaginary Sweetheart” was Etta Moten, a black singer who had soloed impressively on “Remember My Forgotten Man” in Gold Diggers of 1933. It was the only real gripe Rogers had about making Professional Sweetheart. Regarding her dubbing, she wrote (in her autobiography Ginger My Story), “I was amazed and annoyed. I had been singing professionally on the stage and screen for years and thought it ridiculous to hear someone else’s voice coming out of my mouth.”
- In case you were thinking, “Boy, I could sure use more pictures of Ginger Rogers in my life”, Cinema Gold has got you covered.
- Ginger Rogers also played a much different kind of radio star back in Twenty Million Sweethearts, made in 1934 where she very much had to be a purity girl thanks to the hovering axe of the Production Code Office.
- Mondo 70 took this one on, and I agree with most of what they said. Their summation:
Given all the talent in front of the camera, Professional Sweetheart is inevitably less than the sum of its parts, but it’s such a good-natured whirlwind of exuberant irreverence that it’s hard not to be amused.
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Awards, Accolades & Availability
- Caught this one on TCM. Good luck with your own hunt!
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jameswharris · January 6, 2014 at 5:42 am
Danny, you always getting me interested in seeing the movie reviewed, and then it’s a matter of how to find it. Sadly, I don’t get cable and have TCM. It’s the only cable channel I wanted, and the cable company wouldn’t give me service with just one channel, and I couldn’t stand buying all those others I didn’t want. I do have Warner Instant Archive and Classic Flix.
Danny · January 6, 2014 at 2:08 pm
Sorry man. I was in the same boat until TCM Watch came along, and, luckily, my parents subscribe to cable and gave me their password. There may be ways online to find others who are willing to share. In the meantime, plenty of other sources to choose from too, and I’ll choose from all of ’em!
Jeannie · March 26, 2016 at 7:39 am
JamesWHarris, I found it on a site Danny used for a recent posting, rarefilmm.com!
Judy · January 9, 2014 at 1:53 pm
I can’t believe that Gregory Ratoff is called Sam Ipswich – after my home town. What a great name.
Danny · January 9, 2014 at 4:43 pm
Ha, that’s pretty funny. I’m always on the look out to references to my hometown as well, but people usually prefer the nearby (and much more heavily populated) Peoria, IL.
Rich · December 23, 2015 at 8:16 am
One of my favorite movies. Great cast !
Stan · March 24, 2016 at 10:08 pm
I discovered your site recently and I enjoy it very much. I don’t always agree but oh well. I do want to point out an error in the text of Professional Sweetheart though. Kelsey of Kelsey Dish Rags is played by the great Slow Burn himself, Edgar Kennedy, and not Edward Arnold.
As far as poor Vera goes, I made up my own ending. By the time those bozos got their contracts straight, all of Harlem was listening to her! She got a radio contract, a record contract and was doing a warm up show for Cab Calloway, Minnie the Moocher and the Reefer Man!
Danny · April 13, 2016 at 1:04 pm
Oh, duh. Fixed. Thank you! And I like your ending better too!
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