Although Bette Davis was not noted for her comedic skills, this is one case (in fact, the best case) of how Davis could adapt her intense, almost neurotic, qualities to screwball comedy with excellent results. Watching her get wound-up to the point of explosion (or would that be implosion?) is one of the great treats of this virtually forgotten film. Leslie Howard is her equal as both the catalyst for and the recipient of her eye-popping fits. And, for those of you who think Davis was never young or beautiful, you are in for a surprise. She's probably never looked prettier.
Review of It's Love I'm After
