This second match-up of Barbara Stanwyck and Henry Fonda- after The Mad Miss Manton in '38- is usually included among the great screwball comedies. Towards the end of the classic cycle, Preston Sturges began to write and direct just at the moment the comedy climate darkened around him. America was drifting into war...
His best films feel like pastiches. This owes much to Bringing Up Baby (1938) and Libelled Lady (1936). But Sturges steps up the slapstick. Fonda takes as many pratfalls in this as anyone in a Blake Edwards film. There isn't much verbal wit. This is more of a sitcom.
Fonda is a dull rich klutz ('snakes are my life') who is the mark for a con-girl (Stanwyck). She starts out to fleece him at cards but falls in love. After he catches on, the wealthy clot cuts her off. So she re-appears as an English aristocrat, and seduces him all over again... just so she can jilt him.
Fonda handles the physical comedy surprisingly well. Stanwyck is appealing in a dual role and supplies the sassy romance the cute plot demands. Eric Blore stands out in the strong support cast as a con man posing as an an English Lord. It's a slight film, but entertaining with lots of star power.
This film, which promises a good cast and an intriguing plot, is an awful disappointment! The direction was very sloppy and cliche-ridden, and the timing intolerably ponderous. The two leads - both very accomplished actors - were entirely wasted, and from scene to scene their personalities lacked any continuity, and evinced no empathy in the viewer.
The American obsession with riches was obscenely apparent, and having persisted for about thirty minutes we decided that there were better ways of spending the rest of the time.
Many American 'screwball' comedies make very entertaining viewing, but this one? Flopperoo!