Hey! It’s not a Walkman, but it’s a Schlepman!
This starts off as a 30s screwball comedy, but then…
Suddenly it’s a horror movie!
Oo, that’s a nice balcony. I want one of those.
This has some great lines, but I don’t think it’s quite gelling? The tone is just off.
I love matte paintings like this. It’s better than the real thing.
Well, I don’t agree. Myrna Loy and William Powell are indeed perfection, but the movie isn’t. And it’s so weird — it’s got some really, really funny gags, and really good performances, but it just doesn’t quite cohere. There’s bits that are more nightmarish than funny, and things don’t zip as they should. It’s like… they needed to turn the zany up 20%? But this is a 1941 movie, so this is like a holdover from a previous era, and they’ve made things more serious and less frantic than it would have been in 1935.
In 1935 they would have made this movie perfectly.
Love Crazy. Jack Conway. 1941. ⚃
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