This early film from Michael Curtiz has the proper amount of pre code raffishness and the usual 30s Warner Brothers feel for tawdry Americana (the venal, motor mouthed landlady, the intrusive and abrasive news hounds, the sleazy traveling stocking salesman etc) and the banter between Ann (I dare you to pronounce my last name correctly) Dvorak and Lee Tracy is fast and amusing but, in general, it's a most forgettable affair. The Mad Hungarian has not yet perfected his feel for action scenes (the police shootout is especially clunky) and the acting, beyond the two leads, is pretty poor. And I agree with a previous reviewer who requested more Frank McHugh. And you can throw in an extra slice of Guy Kibbee, as well. Solid C.
Review of The Strange Love of Molly Louvain
