In Name Only

Take an interesting story about two more or less doomed lovers, add a much-deserved happy-ending and cast all three leads against type. Than hand it over to a competent director, spend some money for plush production values, demand some snappy lines, hire a top-notch supporting cast and take care of a lush camera work. What do you get? One of the great love stories of all time.

The main reason is the cast!

Carole Lombard, beautiful and radiant, is much more subdued than usual.

Cary Grant, still on his way up to the echelon of stardom. 'Suave' aptly describes his performance.

And, best of all, Kay Francis. After being cast in a slew of low-budget programmers (WB even billed her below the title in 'Women in the Wind') her old pal Lombard (always the generous one) helped her out of oblivion with this once-in-a-lifetime role. Francis is cast a domestic monster but she underplays admirably and her scenes with Lombard sparkle.

The pic holds up very, very well. But be warned: tissued will be needed by the boxful at each viewing.