Bears so little resemblance to the life of the real Jean Harlow it is hard to understand why they didn't film a story of a fictitious character, albeit vaguely utilizing incidents in the star's life. Mainly absorbing though, with some witty dialogue and convincing performances, especially Red Buttons as her agent and Angela Lansbury and Raf Vallone as the happy-go-lucky parents. And Carroll Baker is a great star even though she doesn't bring to mind the real Harlow for a minute. What lets it down, along with many other productions on both sides of the Atlantic right up to the present day, is an inability or refusal to get everyday aspects of the recent past right. Correct details, as near as possible, regarding costume, hairstyles, decor, as well as people's behaviour in the period in question are so important in establishing a convincing portrait of the era concerned. Why do the creators of film and television drama continue to be so slapdash in this regard?
