A rather silly Capraesque comedy whose script by Robert Sherwood doesn't bear up to a couple of minute's reflection, but is enhanced by slick production values, a game supporting cast of Brits (the fact that Lord & Lady Glenavon have such a Teutonic daughter is glossed over over by her supposedly having spent several years in Vienna) and Edward G. Robinson obviously enjoying himself in a break from playing gangsters; as an entrepreneur too brash for America so he gets sent to Britain. Yeah, right...
Review of Thunder in the City
