Female

This is a wonderful movie! The Art Deco sets are great - especially Miss Drake's house. (High up in the entry hall there is a balcony with a live organist!). Here are some facts: The assembly line for the "Drake" automobile is actually footage of the assembly line for the 1932 Plymouth. That beautiful town car she travels in is a Cord L-29 (as it pulls away listen to that beautiful whine of the front-wheel-drive transmission). George Brent drive a 1929 Packard. (Guess my obsession!)

This comedy should be a pre-code document, just as the code was about to be imposed. The sexual conduct of Ruth Chatterton's character is mind blowing in this 1933 flick. Reminded me of Demi Moore in "Disclosure" with a major difference, Ruth Chatterton devours her minions not because she is some kind of monster but as simple mater of fact. h inherited a man's role and she loves it. The last few minutes of "Female" are a forced betrayal of the intention and the morality tale becomes an ominous warning sign for all entrepreneurial females. So blunt! Inspite of the ending this is a gem that should be seen. I guarantee you it will leave you open mouthed. Ruth Chatterton is not just amazingly modern in her upper class Mae Westish part but her performance is truly superb

A powerful FEMALE tycoon is accustomed to getting everything she wants - including men - until she meets a fellow utterly unimpressed by her wealth.

Ruth Chatterton completely dominates this brilliant, fascinating little film, until off-screen spouse George Brent shows up midway through the proceedings. Deftly handling the details of her life - from controlling her commercial competitors to adroitly arranging her next romantic conquest, Chatterton never lets up for a moment. Suave & composed, Brent arrives on the scene, calmly pegging targets in a sideshow, and presents the immovable object to her irresistible force.

Definitely pre-Code, the script throws a few zingers into the face of complacent modern viewers, with Chatterton & Brent doing all they can to entertain their audience. If her toughness turns into compliant conformity at the fadeout, it's a small price to pay for an hour's amusement.

Impish Ferdinand Gottschalk steals several scenes as Chatterton's fey factotum, while Ruth Donnelly makes the most of her tiny role as a spinster secretary. Johnny Mack Brown & Philip Reed are two of Chatterton's discarded young men.

Movie mavens will recognize Robert Greig & Rafaela Ottiano as Chatterton's butler & maid, as well as elderly Charley Grapewin as a sidewalk inebriate, all uncredited.

Warner Brothers gave the film a first-rate production; the terrific sets use detail to add to the story, rather than detract from it. Also, notice the ironic use of the Harry Warren tune during the seduction scenes; by the end of 1933 it would be famous as 'Shanghai Lil,' (with lyrics by Al Dubin) climaxing Warner's FOOTLIGHT PARADE.

A pre-code drama that turns the male stereotype around by having Ruth Chatterton play an executive that's all business by day, but a man-eater by night. As Alison Drake, the head of an automobile manufacturing company that was started by her now deceased father, the actress plays a confident decisive woman that surrounds herself with good looking male secretaries and assistants that she can invite to her home after business hours for sexual liaisons. If any of the men get too chummy, she has them fired or transferred by her only older assistant, a trustworthy father-figure type (Ferdinand Gottschalk) named Pettigrew.

But Alison tires of the routine, realizing that everyone wants something from her, and she doubts the authenticity of the compliments (and a marriage proposal from Douglas Dumbrille, not looking very suave in a bathing suit) she constantly receives. Desiring to be 'just a woman', Alison escapes to a common part of town where she sees and pursues a man (George Brent) that she meets at a shooting gallery. They dance, have hamburgers and a good time together but, at the end of the evening, he declines Alison's offer to take her home, claiming he has a strict rule about pick-ups.

Of course, the man turns out to be Jim Thorne, an engineer that her company just hired to design a car with an automatic transmission. However, Alison learns that her regular routine doesn't work with Jim; the vodka her butler serves doesn't make him amorous and he spurns her advances.

Predictably, this causes her to revert to being a more typical female, one who's willing to chuck everything just to win him.

Originally directed by William Dieterle and then William Wellman, the only screen credit was given to Michael Curtiz, who was brought in to reshoot the scenes with Johnny Mack Brown (per some comments Robert Osborne made when the film aired on TCM), who plays one of Chatterton's pawns. Donald Henderson Clark wrote the story that was adapted by Gene Markey and Kathryn Scola.

I think that this was one of the most incredible and yet most under-rated films for it's time. For even though they ended with the woman succumbing to the whim of man and the traditional "woman's role", it still spoke miles for the woman. She was strong, brave, and did everything that a man could do and wasn't ashamed and had they only kept her going she could have been great. In fact, she could have won. But did she really lose? I don't think so, because maybe it showed something more about the female mystique, something that people missed because they thought that it only showed how a woman in power breaks down under pressure. What if they were really trying to show something deeper...I don't know now I am getting lost...too many things going through my mind to explain. Nonetheless, I do know that I was in awe after watching this film and it has had a lasting impression on me ever since.