It is certainly possible that my mood was why I didn't find Pleasure Cruise as delightful as I had hoped, given leads of Roland Young and Genevieve Tobin, direction by the workhorse Frank Tuttle from a script by Guy Bolton. I suppose at least part of the trouble was Ralph Forbes as the "romantic threat". The studio era was full of good-looking men who acted as if they thought they looked like nothing special, and I'm sure that appealed to the women as well as easing things for the male audience. Forbes as an actor is so narcissistic as to be repellent. He's like Richard Gere or Brad Pitt without ability. No, more, he's like Robert Taylor or without the desire to be a good actor.
On the whole, though, I have to note that Guy Bolton's script was not as sparkling as could be wished, leering and suggesting but never actually delivering anything except for a few bright whoppers told by Young. Bolton had been doing this sort of script for at least fifteen years. Perhaps it was the lack of his usual collaborators (P.G. Wodehouse, with the Gershwins for musical interludes) that makes this an enjoyable but rote farce.