The young Rudolph Valentino makes all the difference in this pleasant, if not overly inventive comedy of mistaken identities, a French bedroom farce by way of Hollywood 1918.
The story is preposterous, but the basic premise has Rudolph Valentino and the girl he adores, Carmel Myers, play spouses in order to guile their weekend guest, a brutish, rakish, completely insufferable millionaire into sponsoring their good friend's business venture.
There is so much sheer fun in the film that you forgive its shortcomings to a certain stage. I loved the scene in which the millionaire insists that the couple retire to their matrimonial bed, and escorts them to the master bedroom, hearts all a-flutter, cheeks ablaze. He goes so far as to undress Valentino and tuck him in, and you will note that Valentino looks gorgeous in his PJ's. At a point he realizes that no good will come of the venture, and that they will probably all end up with their heads banged in, and he proclaims that he will go upstairs to freshen himself up: "I want to look nice when the ambulance arrives ...". Hilarious.
The story is preposterous, but the basic premise has Rudolph Valentino and the girl he adores, Carmel Myers, play spouses in order to guile their weekend guest, a brutish, rakish, completely insufferable millionaire into sponsoring their good friend's business venture.
There is so much sheer fun in the film that you forgive its shortcomings to a certain stage. I loved the scene in which the millionaire insists that the couple retire to their matrimonial bed, and escorts them to the master bedroom, hearts all a-flutter, cheeks ablaze. He goes so far as to undress Valentino and tuck him in, and you will note that Valentino looks gorgeous in his PJ's. At a point he realizes that no good will come of the venture, and that they will probably all end up with their heads banged in, and he proclaims that he will go upstairs to freshen himself up: "I want to look nice when the ambulance arrives ...". Hilarious.