Marion Davies, Pat O'Brien, Frank McHugh, Dick Powell, Mary Astor, Lyle Talbot, and Allen Jenkins star in "Page Miss Glory," from 1935.
Davies is plain-Jane Loretta Dalrymple, who comes to New York, asks to see the manager of a swanky hotel, and says she wants a job as a chambermaid.
In the hotel is the broke photographer Click Wiley (O'Brien), and Ed Olson (McHugh). They're something like three weeks in arrears at the hotel, and have to be out by Tuesday.
They see an ad from a yeast manufacturer offering a reward for a photo of "America's Prettiest Girl." Ed gets to work and makes a composite up of all the beautiful movie stars and names the woman Dawn Glory.
Dawn wins, and everybody wants a piece of her. Even the famous aviator Bingo Russell (Powell) is crazy over her photo and proposes mid-flight.
When a gown shows up for Dawn, Loretta tries it on, and after a little work, she becomes the photo of Dawn Glory. In those days, platinum blond hair went a long way.
Loretta has everything a girl could want - new clothes, shoes, makeup, living in a gorgeous suite, but she's a bird in a cage. Click is determined to keep her away from the press, particularly a reporter (Talbot), and he doesn't want her running off with Bingo. She's miserable.
Good movie, with Davies again showing her comic abilities as the chambermaid turned beauty, and she's surrounded by wonderful actors. Mary Astor's role is never really explained - she seems to be a friend of Click's and company - she shows her comic flare without having much to do.
O'Brien and McHugh are at it again, and they're a great team as always. Patsy Kelly as a maid and friend of Loretta's always played to the back of the house. Powell sings like a dream. An amazing man, and sadly all but forgotten today. I'm so glad TCM shows his films. Imagine going from singing and playing juveniles to giving Aaron Spelling and Sam Peckinpah their starts in show business.
A real send-up of celebrity, and quite funny, though in those days it wasn't as easy as it is today. Back then, you actually had to do something in order to become a celebrity, even if it was winning a contest.
Davies is plain-Jane Loretta Dalrymple, who comes to New York, asks to see the manager of a swanky hotel, and says she wants a job as a chambermaid.
In the hotel is the broke photographer Click Wiley (O'Brien), and Ed Olson (McHugh). They're something like three weeks in arrears at the hotel, and have to be out by Tuesday.
They see an ad from a yeast manufacturer offering a reward for a photo of "America's Prettiest Girl." Ed gets to work and makes a composite up of all the beautiful movie stars and names the woman Dawn Glory.
Dawn wins, and everybody wants a piece of her. Even the famous aviator Bingo Russell (Powell) is crazy over her photo and proposes mid-flight.
When a gown shows up for Dawn, Loretta tries it on, and after a little work, she becomes the photo of Dawn Glory. In those days, platinum blond hair went a long way.
Loretta has everything a girl could want - new clothes, shoes, makeup, living in a gorgeous suite, but she's a bird in a cage. Click is determined to keep her away from the press, particularly a reporter (Talbot), and he doesn't want her running off with Bingo. She's miserable.
Good movie, with Davies again showing her comic abilities as the chambermaid turned beauty, and she's surrounded by wonderful actors. Mary Astor's role is never really explained - she seems to be a friend of Click's and company - she shows her comic flare without having much to do.
O'Brien and McHugh are at it again, and they're a great team as always. Patsy Kelly as a maid and friend of Loretta's always played to the back of the house. Powell sings like a dream. An amazing man, and sadly all but forgotten today. I'm so glad TCM shows his films. Imagine going from singing and playing juveniles to giving Aaron Spelling and Sam Peckinpah their starts in show business.
A real send-up of celebrity, and quite funny, though in those days it wasn't as easy as it is today. Back then, you actually had to do something in order to become a celebrity, even if it was winning a contest.