Rent There Goes the Bride (1932)
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- Synopsis:
- On the morning of an unwanted marriage, the bride, Annette, runs away to Paris. On the train she is robbed and all her money is stolen - but as fortune would have it, she meets a wealthy passenger, Max, who allows her to stay with him for 24 hours. Detectives then trace and catch up with the reluctant bride and take her home. But hot on their heels is Max, who is determined to have Annette as his bride instead...
- Actors:
- Jessie Matthews, Owen Nares, Carol Goodner, Jerry Verno, Mignon O'Doherty, Roland Culver, Carroll Gibbons, Charles Carson, Barbara Everest, Lawrence Hanray, Max Kirby, Gordon McLeod, Jack Morrison, David Niven, Winifred Oughton, Basil Radford, George Zucco
- Directors:
- Albert de Courville
- Producers:
- Michael Balcon
- Writers:
- Noel Gay, Henry Koster
- Studio:
- Network
- Genres:
- Classics, Comedy, Music & Musicals, Romance
- Collections:
- Top 10 European Remakes
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Fermez La Porte - There Goes the Bride review by CH
“I'm not scared of bachelors! Married men are the worst.”
Who, at some time in life, has not been in love with Jessie Matthews? Well, perhaps not Graham Greene. Less than gallantly he referred to her “long tubular form... the curious charm of her ungainly adolescent carriage”. This is to ignore that face, those winsome eyes which look directly into others', a mask of innocence – a probing of the soul - worn to traverse the farcical situations in which life lands her. Could any other woman flutter her eyelids in the way she did? One might even say that Liza Minnelli closely studied that gesture.
The Thirties were her time, and early on came There Goes the Bride (1932). Adapted by W. P. Lipscomb from a German story, it is a farce which, as prose, could have attracted Wodehouse to swathe in in his glorious wordplay. As it is, directed by Albert de Courville, the film is diverting. Aghast at the prospect of being married off (to a briefly-glimpsed Basil Radford) as part of a business deal, Jessie Matthews bolts – and climbs aboard a train for Paris.
These opening scenes, with her expressive face, are in effect a silent movie, and she might even bring Louise Brooks to mind. No need to delay over the circumstances which find her after dark in the City of Light – and prevailing upon a man (Owen Nares) to hide her away until it is too late for that cattle-market marriage to go ahead.
That chic apartment has many doors, through which there come and go several of his top-hatted, drunken cronies, a fierce housekeeper – and, of course, his fiancée (Carol Goodner). By now, some fifteen minutes in, there is almost an hour to go, and it does so entertainingly. Scenes are as varied as a grand house, all ballroom and curving staircase, and a wide bath in which Nares recovers while reading a newspaper: this is L' Intransigeant, a real one but singularly misnamed: by now it had shifted from its left-wing, nineteeth-century origins to a distinctly conservative stance. We are left wondering whether this long night, complete with songs and dance, will change his point of view.