Such impressive film effects.
As always with Mae West movies, when Mae West is on the screen, the movie is really enjoyable. When she’s not, it mostly languishes, because it seems that nobody else are given any good lines?
I totally understand why Mae West’s movies did gangbusters back then, and I also understand why none of these show up on the “best movies EVER” lists — they’re enjoyable, but lack that little spark that makes them something you’d obsess about?
I’m No Angel. Wesley Ruggles. 1933. ⚃