My Lady of Whims (1925)

User Rating:

6.3/10   

Director:

Dallas M. Fitzgerald

Writers:

Edgar Franklin (story)
Doris Schroeder (writer)

Release Date:

December 1925 (USA)

Plot Keywords:

New York | Melodrama | Society | Greenwich Village New York

Cast

Clara Bow	...	Prudence Severn
Donald Keith	...	Bartley Greer
Carmelita Geraghty	...	Wayne Leigh
Francis McDonald	...	Rolf
Lee Moran	...	Dick Flynn
rest of cast listed alphabetically:
Betty Baker	...	Mary Severn
John Cossar	...	Severn
Lux MacBride	...	Yacht Captain
Robert Rose	...	Sneath

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Color:

Black and White

Aspect Ratio:

1.33 : 1

Sound Mix:

Silent

Company:

Dallas M. Fitzgerald Productions

Trivia:

Originally released as a seven reel feature, only the shortened Kodascope five reel version seems to have survived.

Movie Connections:

Edited into "The 20th Century: A Moving Visual History" (1999)

Clara Bow Wasted as the Vamp of Greenwich Village

For the first film venture of his Dallas M. Fitzgerald Productions, Mr Fitzgerald has made over a short story that seems ready made for the talents of Clara Bow. The role requires her to look sexy, titillating, carefree and Bohemian, with lots of pouting and come-hither, but little of actual delivery. You see, she's actually a nice girl at heart, even though she's led her indulgent but worried Dad to believe she's kicking up her heels and living life to the full in the madly arty-tarty surroundings of Greenwich Village.

So Dad hires a muscle man (Donald Keith playing a Chester Morris type and actually enacting it rather well) to track down his "wayward" daughter and bring her flying heels to heel.

That's the story in a nutshell, and even in this abbreviated form, it doesn't sound too interesting. True, the writer has fleshed it out with a caddish but ineffectual rival to romance our heroine. And, of course, he's given our hero a comic sidekick, and our heroine a bosom pal too (even though she has precious little to do).

As a director, Mr Fitzgerald seems to wear a Charles Lamont rather than a Frank Capra mantle; and as a producer, he is certainly no Cecil B. DeMille. But he seems competent enough to get by. In a better print, this picture may well have offered fair-to-average entertainment for rabid Clara Bow fans. But in this 5-reel, ex-Kodascope version—no way!