There has to be a switch somewhere to mute the most obnoxious, unfunny, highly caffeinated William Haines whom I've begrudgingly liked in a few movies, but this is not one of them. It isn't just the fact that he never shuts up, nor is it the disrespectful way he talks to young women, and nor is it the very dated attempts at humor he utilizes on his obviously second rate radio station. It's the audacity of the writers to think that even depression era audiences would like the character that he is playing, horribly narcissistic in every way and certain that he's the biggest ladies man since Valentino.
Old friend Charles King should have slammed him with a restraining order to stay away from sister Mary Doran whom Haines won't leave alone. The script insists that breaking your way into a young ladies life is to pester her with silly jokes. After a while, he's painful to watch. Comic support by Roscoe Ates (the stutterer) and Polly Moran (as a beauty expert who looks like "Auntie Mame's" Agnes Gooch) get a few giggles, although it could have been a cough or a hiccup that made me think that I was laughing. It took three directors to get this 65 minute film pulled together, and it was the most painful 65 minutes of my life. A total bore and complete disaster.
Old friend Charles King should have slammed him with a restraining order to stay away from sister Mary Doran whom Haines won't leave alone. The script insists that breaking your way into a young ladies life is to pester her with silly jokes. After a while, he's painful to watch. Comic support by Roscoe Ates (the stutterer) and Polly Moran (as a beauty expert who looks like "Auntie Mame's" Agnes Gooch) get a few giggles, although it could have been a cough or a hiccup that made me think that I was laughing. It took three directors to get this 65 minute film pulled together, and it was the most painful 65 minutes of my life. A total bore and complete disaster.