I've mentioned in other reviews some of the things I've learned from 1930's movies and it's quite a bit. I've picked up one more thing from "Merrily We Go to Hell" (MWGtH) that I'd seen in other movies, but I wasn't quite sure if it was an established cultural trait or some anomalies. The new finding is how society deals with infidelity, particularly if they catch the cheater red-handed. Don't be jealous and above all, don't make a scene.
That's sophistication for you.
Meanwhile, the working class and those from the underworld handle things a bit more violently.
In MWGtH Joan Prentice (Sylvia Sidney), a rich society gal, was wooed by a drunken reporter named Jerry Corbett (Fredric March). I think that says a lot about Joan that a guy who can barely stand up straight could so impress her that she fell in love with him. He was such an incorrigible drunk, and she such a nose-wide-open woman, that he was too drunk for his own engagement party yet she still married the fool.
He sobered up a bit while he worked on his play in Chicago, but hit the booze again when the couple went to New York to debut his play. While in his drunken state he resumed a relationship with his lead actress Claire Hempstead (Adrianne Allen), a woman he used to date. He didn't even have shame enough to hide the relationship from Joan. She took it on the chin like a soldier or like a woman hopelessly in love. If and when he sobered up she'd be there for him. It was embarrassing to watch, so I'd imagine she was humiliated. Or maybe she wasn't.
It was love that made her stick around because as she put it, "if you love someone it doesn't matter what they do."
Aaaargh!!
I prefer the Tina Turner statement of, "What's love got to do with it?"
Joan would suffer more than just humiliation by the time it was all said and done, but she had love, and what's more, her man realized he loved her too.
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That's sophistication for you.
Meanwhile, the working class and those from the underworld handle things a bit more violently.
In MWGtH Joan Prentice (Sylvia Sidney), a rich society gal, was wooed by a drunken reporter named Jerry Corbett (Fredric March). I think that says a lot about Joan that a guy who can barely stand up straight could so impress her that she fell in love with him. He was such an incorrigible drunk, and she such a nose-wide-open woman, that he was too drunk for his own engagement party yet she still married the fool.
He sobered up a bit while he worked on his play in Chicago, but hit the booze again when the couple went to New York to debut his play. While in his drunken state he resumed a relationship with his lead actress Claire Hempstead (Adrianne Allen), a woman he used to date. He didn't even have shame enough to hide the relationship from Joan. She took it on the chin like a soldier or like a woman hopelessly in love. If and when he sobered up she'd be there for him. It was embarrassing to watch, so I'd imagine she was humiliated. Or maybe she wasn't.
It was love that made her stick around because as she put it, "if you love someone it doesn't matter what they do."
Aaaargh!!
I prefer the Tina Turner statement of, "What's love got to do with it?"
Joan would suffer more than just humiliation by the time it was all said and done, but she had love, and what's more, her man realized he loved her too.
Free on Odnoklassniki.