As the cast list hints, the budget for this movie wasn't very generous, an impression confirmed with scenes of a "millionaire's" home and office that seem to have been filmed in the writer's apartment and with poor Evelyn Knapp having to wear the same dress again and again. The direction is strictly from hunger too--the actors are often less animated than those figures in really cheap cartoons whose jaws are the only thing to move when they talk.
Wayne is extremely pleasing as the work-shy playboy (understandable when the office is dominated by his miserable-without-being funny father), but the rest of the cast is dreary and the plot has holes you could drive a truck through. There is also an odd sense of strain about it--Wayne keeps having to prove himself, then the girl has to prove herself--which seems an implicit acknowledgment of Depression conditions. Yet, if this isn't a film around which to base an evening's entertainment, it has some cute wisecracks and it's satisfyingly moral without being heavily so--a nice enough ironing movie.
Wayne is extremely pleasing as the work-shy playboy (understandable when the office is dominated by his miserable-without-being funny father), but the rest of the cast is dreary and the plot has holes you could drive a truck through. There is also an odd sense of strain about it--Wayne keeps having to prove himself, then the girl has to prove herself--which seems an implicit acknowledgment of Depression conditions. Yet, if this isn't a film around which to base an evening's entertainment, it has some cute wisecracks and it's satisfyingly moral without being heavily so--a nice enough ironing movie.