Realizing that her days attracting wealthy suitors are numbered, sophisticated social climber Kay Francis decides to utilize the charms of a 19 year old innocent (Mildred Coles) in order to continue her wealthy lifestyle. She passes Coles off on elderly Nigel Bruce, a man obviously in his 60's who claims to be 39.
Bruce showers Coles with furs and jewelry, but at Kay's urging, Coles pretends to make Bruce think she wants to marry him, something he is totally against. This leads to a settlement out of court to avoid a public scandal (something Ms. Francis's character was notorious for) and sends Coles onto Francis's next victim (G. P. Huntley).
But Coles has fallen for James Ellison, whom she, Francis and the maid (a hysterical Margaret Hamilton) had earlier encountered while traveling. Ellison turns out to be wealthy himself, a breeder of horses, not the trainer the trio of women had thought he was. Coles suddenly gets a case of a guilt complex when Ellison brings up marriage and disappears. This puts Francis on the pounce to get Ellison for herself, but when Ellison's mama (Katherine Alexander) shows up and is revealed to be near Kay's age, Ms. Francis has an attack of conscience herself.
Free from her mistreatment at Warner Brothers, Kay moved onto freelance during the last quarter of her film career. This is an rare enjoyable foray into comedy for the notorious clothes horse who looks "wavishing" (as her wisecracking descentors would say, imitating her charming speech impediment) and gets to utilize some fun wisecracks along the way. Nigel Bruce gets the best material for the men, while the others are overshadowed by the women.
However, the best notice I must give goes to that "Wizard of Oz" witch Margaret Hamilton who gets to make a crack about "riding on air" that sounds like a pre-quel to "defying gravity". She has never been so free in films to let loose with her comedic talents, and comes closer to being like Mary Wickes here than her usually sour-pussed gossipy old maids. The scene towards the end between Francis and Alexander is nicely written and has a beautiful pay-off.
My biggest gripe comes from the use of the social columns who apparently are on to the foils of the two gold diggers. It seems rather forced to believe that the newspapers would pick up the activities of two non-celebrities who are doin' what comes naturally for single women in pre-war America.
Bruce showers Coles with furs and jewelry, but at Kay's urging, Coles pretends to make Bruce think she wants to marry him, something he is totally against. This leads to a settlement out of court to avoid a public scandal (something Ms. Francis's character was notorious for) and sends Coles onto Francis's next victim (G. P. Huntley).
But Coles has fallen for James Ellison, whom she, Francis and the maid (a hysterical Margaret Hamilton) had earlier encountered while traveling. Ellison turns out to be wealthy himself, a breeder of horses, not the trainer the trio of women had thought he was. Coles suddenly gets a case of a guilt complex when Ellison brings up marriage and disappears. This puts Francis on the pounce to get Ellison for herself, but when Ellison's mama (Katherine Alexander) shows up and is revealed to be near Kay's age, Ms. Francis has an attack of conscience herself.
Free from her mistreatment at Warner Brothers, Kay moved onto freelance during the last quarter of her film career. This is an rare enjoyable foray into comedy for the notorious clothes horse who looks "wavishing" (as her wisecracking descentors would say, imitating her charming speech impediment) and gets to utilize some fun wisecracks along the way. Nigel Bruce gets the best material for the men, while the others are overshadowed by the women.
However, the best notice I must give goes to that "Wizard of Oz" witch Margaret Hamilton who gets to make a crack about "riding on air" that sounds like a pre-quel to "defying gravity". She has never been so free in films to let loose with her comedic talents, and comes closer to being like Mary Wickes here than her usually sour-pussed gossipy old maids. The scene towards the end between Francis and Alexander is nicely written and has a beautiful pay-off.
My biggest gripe comes from the use of the social columns who apparently are on to the foils of the two gold diggers. It seems rather forced to believe that the newspapers would pick up the activities of two non-celebrities who are doin' what comes naturally for single women in pre-war America.