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Lee Tracy | ... |
Space Hanlon
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Pops Burns
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Gifford Middleton
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Jim Brogan
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Una Merkel | ... |
Mac
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Ted Healy | ... |
Junior Burns
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Ivan Lebedeff | ... |
Marquis Hugo
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| Isabel Jewell | ... |
A Girl Friend
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Louise Beavers | ... |
Loretta
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Leonard Carey | ... |
Winters
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Mary Forbes | ... |
Mrs. Middleton
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Mr. Middleton
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June Brewster | ... |
Alice Cole
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| Nils Asther | ... |
Undetermined Role
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Lola Burns is at the top of the pile in Hollywood. But life ain't easy, what with her father and brother always hanging around for handouts, and devious studio publicity honcho Space Hanlon cooking up endless lurid newspaper stories. Makes a girl want to give up pictures. Written by Jeremy Perkins {J-26}
Count me in. This slam-bang, snap-crackle-pop picture is a doozy, never pausing for breath as it zips along its nifty, irreverent way, superbly cast so as to let everyone do what he/she does best.
As if its entertainment value were not enough, it has something to say, so cleverly that it mocks itself along with a half-dozen other victims. Where the movie business is concerned, nothing is what it seems to be - except when it is. At the center of it all are a press agent to whom lies come so naturally that he would require a moment of intense concentration before he could utter a word of truth - if he wanted to; and a colossal star, neither educated nor bright, a small-town girl who, without half-trying, becomes what every woman yearns to become - except that she yearns to be something else.
Jean Harlow was considerably more than a glamor girl. Limited (as many studio players were) to one type of screen persona, she brought it off with success in both comedy and drama, perfecting the mannerisms, gestures and nuances. Lee Tracy, born to play the kind of role he was given here (and elsewhere), is without peer as the fast-talking, shifty-eyed conniver, a rascal beholden to no ethical sense but his own. Their supporting cast - with a special nod to Frank Morgan's tipsy, dithering poseur - is uniformly excellent. Don't miss this one.