Preston Sturges' best film is a very funny vehicle for comedy legend Claudette Colbert, but stolen adorably by crooner Rudy Vallee in a (mostly) non-musical role. As is usual with Sturges, this adapts familiar screwball scenarios: Claudette runs away from home and matrimony and flees across country without money or luggage, hoping to pick up a rich benefactor.
She is adopted by an eccentric oil millionaire (Vallee) while Colbert's husband (Joel McCrea) races her down to Palm Beach to save their marriage. The story kicks off at maximum speed and never lets up, the baffling opening scene satisfyingly resolved in a crazy finale.
There is less physical humour than usual for Sturges, though a motif of Colbert continually breaking Vallee's glasses with her feet is actually pretty funny. There is a typical support cast of oddballs, such as the very deaf Wienie King and the rifle shooting members of the Ail and Quail Club*.
But it is the opposites-attract chemistry of Colbert and Vallee that makes the film so special, with the rich man's naive, homespun philosophy up against the runaway's streetwise wit. Arguably this is last great screwball classic, which brings to a close the golden age of comedy.
*there are some racist caricatures.