When Alfred Hitchcock was about to go to Hollywood, he expressed a desire to work with Carole Lombard. The year after, she had a comedy already in production at RKO and offered it to the Englishman. And so the Master of Suspense met the Queen of Screwball.
Lombard and Robert Montgomery discover three years after their wedding that they are not married after all. And she decides she wants to be single again and play the field. They are one of those Hollywood screwball couples who live in a swanky apartment in Manhattan where they mix cocktails and dress for dinner.
She's as great as ever, and Jack Carson also scores in a familiar supporting role as an amiable klutz. Hitch's comedy tended to be quite dark, but this is a decent farce with a few genuine laughs. Though I suspect even a film student would struggle to detect the hand of the Master.
Maybe the brief disorientated point of view shot on an out of control fairground ride, might be claimed as a Hitchcock touch... Lombard is on more familiar ground. This is principally a vehicle for the frantic comic persona of its legendary screwball star.