Don't know why so many here rate this so low. It's never more than pleasantly inconsequential, but it's hardly painful to watch, and for the women there are Adrian's divine dresses. The dialogue is not top-flight wit but it's light and amusing.
The plot, though, is as thin as the characters--all very simple yet contrived, cardboard figures cut to suit the occasion. Interesting, though, that the cheating husband's responses to being caught haven't changed in 80 years: "You know this doesn't mean anything, don't you?" and "You can't make me feel any worse than I do already. So leave me alone."
Joan Crawford, though occasionally amusing in her heavy-handed way, is much happier having Emotions, being earnest, anguished, the lot. Edna May Oliver, as her grandmother, however (startling in silver hair that one first takes for platinum), doesn't stint on the laughs, taking full advantage of the frankness and tactlessness that are the prerogative of spirited old ladies.
The plot, though, is as thin as the characters--all very simple yet contrived, cardboard figures cut to suit the occasion. Interesting, though, that the cheating husband's responses to being caught haven't changed in 80 years: "You know this doesn't mean anything, don't you?" and "You can't make me feel any worse than I do already. So leave me alone."
Joan Crawford, though occasionally amusing in her heavy-handed way, is much happier having Emotions, being earnest, anguished, the lot. Edna May Oliver, as her grandmother, however (startling in silver hair that one first takes for platinum), doesn't stint on the laughs, taking full advantage of the frankness and tactlessness that are the prerogative of spirited old ladies.