Silly title doesn't hurt the charming performances and a story that holds together to make this a better than average picture for 1936. James Cagney introduces us to the corruption and thuggery of the rough and tumble world of... weights and measures. It's not quite a mystery, not an action picture, and pretty tepid for a thriller, but the story moves along and the characters and dialog are likable. Edward Brophy as Cagney's old boxing rival-turned-pal is fun, and the villains are the right combination of bureaucrats and thugs for Cagney to trade barbs and blows with. Mae Clark is a suitably smart fiancée for our hero, altho their bickering doesn't bode well for their future life together (Cagney has a couple of nice lines about her choice of hats). The plot revolves around Cagney, as Johnny Cave, taking over the Bureau of Weights and Measures when his boss is struck by a car. His crackdown ruffles feathers and gets him in trouble with types that can hurt his career--or his head. He perseveres as only Cagney can, with angry Irish swagger.
