Claudette Colbert saved and scrimped for a trip to Paris just for her own little self. Even beau Lee Bowman can't talk her out of it. It's not that he's not happy for her or begrudging her well-deserved trip, but he feels anything can happen to her without him there. Though just why he's not going, I don't remember or understand. She goes, meets a waiter who speaks funny English, a French masher, and Robert Young and Melvyn Douglas who rescue her from the masher. But Bob came to her rescue first. The two men are supposedly friends, because they hang out together, but they don't act like it with their constant ribbing and competitiveness over Claudette. For such a good cast, it's hard to describe just how really bad this film is. There's no pace, no laughs, no anything. Just talking, and they're constantly bickering, and Claudette bad-mouths the other guy to the one she's with at the time. This was a total disappointment for all concerned, including director Wesley Ruggles. And, frankly, it's one of the worst old movies I've seen in a long time. Poor Claudette! Who cares who she picked! Stay away from this picture.
Review of I Met Him in Paris
