Another MGM soaper from the '30s with Franchot Tone as part of a love triangle. His female costar this time is not Joan Crawford, for a change, but Jean Harlow trying to branch out from sexy roles. The other guy this time is Cary Grant. I'm not big on these types of melodramas in the first place. Having seen a lot of them by now they have become even more of a chore to sit through. But every so often one surprises me. This one did not. Cary tries to bring some charm and energy to things but it's all just so dull. The plot is uninteresting and many of the characters unlikable. The spy elements add nothing. Forget the romance. It's the pits! This is one of Harlow's weakest and certainly no feather in the cap of Grant, either. Tone, who I'm not a big fan of, is especially bad here. His terrible Irish accent drops in & out constantly. Nice support from Benita Hume, Lewis Stone, and Inez Courtney. Jean's character sings "Did I Remember (To Tell You I Adored You)" but the voice belongs to Virginia Verrill. The aviation scenes are outtakes from Hell's Angels. Do yourself a favor and go watch that movie instead. This is a movie only Harlow or Grant completists will want to see.
