This is my third attempt to write this review. For some reason, my index card keeps falling to the floor. Maybe the ghost of director Frank Tuttle is not impressed by my line suggesting that he was concentrating more on showing the set to advantage than his actors. All the same, I'm sure he must agree with me that Cary Grant is a bit wooden at times and that he's also inclined to indulge in too many double takes. Now, whose fault is that? It's certainly not Grant's fault, it's Tuttle's. Years later, Grant had enough clout to play a role the way he wanted to play it, but in 1934 he had little choice but to follow the director's suggestions. The movie itself starts rather poorly – no doubt to cater for latecomers, as it runs only 62 minutes and could hardly be booked as a main attraction. It's a pre-interval movie. In other words, it's the movie that many patrons came late for. Anyway, once the movie gets to Grant's apartment and the original stage play takes over, it does improve immensely. Good camera-work by Henry Sharp also helps.
Review of Ladies Should Listen
