The fictionalized biography of composer Cole Porter from his days at Yale in the 1910s through the height of his success to the 1940s. The film's attempted biography matches many public ... See full summary »
When Charlie Mason is promoted from irresponsible reporter to hard-nosed city editor, it costs him his girlfriend, ace reporter Rusty Fleming. After he hears she's engaged to another, he quits and tries to win her back.
Clemson Reade, a business tycoon with marriage on his mind, and Effie, a U.S. diplomat, are a modern couple. Unfortunately there seems to be too much business and not enough pleasure on the... See full summary »
Three decorated Navy pilots finagle a four day leave in San Francisco. They procure a posh suite at the hotel and Commander Crewson, a master of procurement, arranges to populate it with ... See full summary »
Dan Barr is a flatfoot on the trail of jewel robbers. Eve Fallon is his girl of 5 years. We meet them spitting and sparring, but never doubting they're in love. Eve is a manicurist, with an eye for news. Soon after we meet her, she's out of the beauty salon and into the news-room as an ace reporter. With Eve's help, Dan nabs one of the jewel gang members, Cortig, whose stray bullet killed a baby in the park. A spooked witness and a slick lawyer get Cortig off. Disgusted with the lack of justice, Dan quits the force to find his own justice. Eve, likewise, quits the paper and returns to her job as manicurist. While giving a manicure, Eve unwittingly discovers that a prominent local citizen is the jewel gang's leader. All the while, Dan is hot on the trail. Their trails merge and the case is solved. Written by
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One of over 700 Paramount Productions, filmed between 1929 and 1949, which were sold to MCA/Universal in 1958 for television distribution, and have been owned and controlled by Universal ever since. See more »
Well, well, Danny, what's the matter? Don't see you for a long time.
Well, they had me downtown for two weeks on a bum rap.
Oh, poor kid! They blame you everything, don't they?
You sait it, Beautiful! The way the coppers treat me, you'd think I was a thief.
Yeah! Police get some funny ideas sometimes.
Don't they though? And me as honest as the day is long.
Yeah, but how 'bout the nights?
The nights too! I'm the soul of honesty.
You sure you don't mean 'the heel?'
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The clumsily contrived "Big Brown Eyes" manages to hold some interest because of a fast pace and the magnetism of Cary Grant and Joan Bennett. She plays a wisecracking manicurist (too much a gum-chewing replica of her character in "Me and My Gal" opposite Spencer Tracy four years earlier) who engages in mutual flirtation with Grant's police detective. The plot involves a slippery jewel theft ring run by Walter Pidgeon (who would team wonderfully with Bennett 5 years later in Fritz Lang's "Man Hunt") that the cops just can't seem to crack. Bennett, driven to inexplicable frenzies of jealousy over Grant's innocent professional attentions to an older woman (Marjorie Gateson) whose diamonds have been stolen, bangs him over the head with a tray of utensils, is fired for bad behavior and promptly gets a job as a reporter with the town's newspaper. Overnight she is writing front page copy and leading the investigation into the jewel theft ring. Further absurdities take place until the predictable ending. Nowhere is there any reference to the anatomical features of the title, though one would assume they belong to the leading man, Cary Grant. The lack of connection between title and content is the perfect indicator of a tossed-together script. This Raoul Walsh-directed feature does what it can to supply action and speed and colorful incidentals in place of logic and wit and real dramatic substance. But despite the star power it can go only so far with such thin material.
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