The first fifteen minutes of High, Wide and Handsome are very silly. Irene Dunne, her father Raymond Walburn, and his sidekick William Frawley are part of a snake oil salesman act. Then their wagon (full of oil) burns up and they're left with nowhere to go. Randolph Scott and his mother Elizabeth Patterson put them for the night. You might as well fast-forward through all that because it's so stupid you'll want to turn it off. I actually did turn it off, only to resume it a couple of years later for Randolph Scott's time as Star of the Week.
The rest of the movie is really good, so I'm glad I gave it another chance! No one knows exactly why Randolph Scott left traditional Hollywood and did westerns with his own production company, but when you see him in the 1930s, you'll see him giving his heart to different performances. Although his westerns were very popular, my heart aches that he wasn't given the A-tier Hollywood movies. He could have easily stepped into Shane, High Noon, or any John Wayne flick. He had the talent, the looks, and the onscreen energy to take Hollywood by storm. But I've never seen him exercise his acting chops more than in this movie. In one passionate speech, he's actually moved to tears in order to inspire the workmen to finish the job. He's romantic, determined, and ambitious, convinced that there's oil in the hills. No matter what anyone says, he continues to drill - and one day, it all pays off. But Irene loves him for the country bumpkin he used to be; will everything change when they're rich?
This movie didn't need to be a musical, especially since Irene Dunne only sings a few songs that don't really matter to the storyline. Scottie McScottie Pants never sings, but he does get to gaze adoringly at her as she serenades him. They have such fantastic chemistry together in this movie (and a steamy bedroom kissing scene) it makes you wonder if the sparks flew off the screen, too. With the love shining from his eyes, his blonde curls, and his strong muscles as he drills for oil, you almost forget anyone else is in the movie. But there is Irene Dunne, who loves him above all else, and you'll also see Dorothy Lamour briefly, and a young, brown-haired Charles Bickford!
The rest of the movie is really good, so I'm glad I gave it another chance! No one knows exactly why Randolph Scott left traditional Hollywood and did westerns with his own production company, but when you see him in the 1930s, you'll see him giving his heart to different performances. Although his westerns were very popular, my heart aches that he wasn't given the A-tier Hollywood movies. He could have easily stepped into Shane, High Noon, or any John Wayne flick. He had the talent, the looks, and the onscreen energy to take Hollywood by storm. But I've never seen him exercise his acting chops more than in this movie. In one passionate speech, he's actually moved to tears in order to inspire the workmen to finish the job. He's romantic, determined, and ambitious, convinced that there's oil in the hills. No matter what anyone says, he continues to drill - and one day, it all pays off. But Irene loves him for the country bumpkin he used to be; will everything change when they're rich?
This movie didn't need to be a musical, especially since Irene Dunne only sings a few songs that don't really matter to the storyline. Scottie McScottie Pants never sings, but he does get to gaze adoringly at her as she serenades him. They have such fantastic chemistry together in this movie (and a steamy bedroom kissing scene) it makes you wonder if the sparks flew off the screen, too. With the love shining from his eyes, his blonde curls, and his strong muscles as he drills for oil, you almost forget anyone else is in the movie. But there is Irene Dunne, who loves him above all else, and you'll also see Dorothy Lamour briefly, and a young, brown-haired Charles Bickford!