Kay Francis is in more mediocre to crappy films than any good actor I know. This is yet another whose only reason for existence is so director Michael Curtiz can make visual love to her while she wanders around studio backlot Paris, modeling gowns. (Actually, I can think of worse reasons to make a movie. Better ones, too). Give it a C. PS...Claude Rains did not get the memo re the inadvisability of having one's leading man at least 6 inches shorter than his leading lady.
Review of Stolen Holiday
