Just an average pre-Code film, this one about corruption in New York politics and the legal system, but elevated because of William Powell (the streetwise lawyer who isn't afraid to take on the system) and Joan Blondell (his plucky secretary who isn't afraid to chastise him for his various indiscretions). Part of the amusement is Powell's wandering eyes; he ogles women walking by, unwittingly leers at Blondell's legs while she's getting her shoes shined, and even seems to admire the backside of a small statue of Lady Justice after turning her around on his desk. While admiring the svelte form of a beautiful actress sitting in front of him with her plunging neckline (Claire Dodd), he slowly tilts his cigar upwards in his mouth in a mock erection, which for 1932 cracked me up. Blondell is adorable, showing her frustration and devotion to Powell and tossing out lines like "I smelled trouble the minute that long blonde started throwing those bedroom eyes on you," but she isn't given enough to do. The setup to the film was decent enough, but it meanders around while trying to pit Powell against the corrupt local boss (David Landau), a character who isn't strong enough considering his position. There isn't enough edge in the plot relative to the depiction of corruption, and not enough clarity to make it a strong drama or romance. It's mildly entertaining though, and of special interest because it was the only time Powell and Blondell worked together, two actors I'm fond of.
Review of Lawyer Man
