Mae West starred in and wrote this movie about an actress, whose life is fodder for the paparazzi and her fans. She can't make a move without everyone knowing about it. Her agent, Warren William, has grown very fond of her, but has never really said so in so many words, as he watches her have her own love life. He convinces her to high-tail it out of town for a deserved rest, but on the drive, in the middle of nowhere, the car breaks down. He walks ahead and gets someone to go back for the car and her.
Unbeknownst to him, he stops where one of her biggest fans live, Isabel Jewell, who is absolutely great in what is probably her best unknown role. (She was also in "Gone with the Wind," as Emmy Slattery, of whom Scarlett's mother nursed when the typhoid hit, but her mother would later die from typhoid. Emmy would later marry the ex-overseer Victor Jory, of whom Scarlett throws the red clay/dirt in his face saying," That's all of Tara you'll ever get.")
Isabel, who works for Alice Brady, who keeps a small apartment court, is ecstatic to see her favorite star. To fix the car, we have Randolph Scott, of whom Mae takes an instant liking to. Who could blame her? Warren does not like that at all, and tries to get him out of the way by sending him on an errand, but someone else goes. So what happens?
Now that I've practically told half the film, I'll sum up by saying that no one could make being naughty as much fun and entertaining as Mae West. But, what's interesting about Mae West is that her face isn't all that pretty. In fact, her whole appeal is her way about her. She moves this way. She talks that way. She inflects this. She saunters that. To embody and exude sexuality was her forte, and in word play. No one could make double-entendres like her. She definitely had a well-rounded figure, being gifted in all the right places and almost exaggerated so, as Kathleen Turner puts in "Who Framed Roger Rabbit," ("..just drawn that way.")
She, also, was a very good screenwriter in adapting this previously written material into a movie, with very good dialogue. I was very impressed with the naturalness to it. She wrote just like people talk. But, obviously, she had smarts to be in the industry, make a star of herself, and to be in charge of practically everything.
There will never again be the likes of Mae West. Discover for yourself what all the heat's about. Mae West at her best, and that's at being bad. "Cause if you're good, what's the point of livin'?"
Unbeknownst to him, he stops where one of her biggest fans live, Isabel Jewell, who is absolutely great in what is probably her best unknown role. (She was also in "Gone with the Wind," as Emmy Slattery, of whom Scarlett's mother nursed when the typhoid hit, but her mother would later die from typhoid. Emmy would later marry the ex-overseer Victor Jory, of whom Scarlett throws the red clay/dirt in his face saying," That's all of Tara you'll ever get.")
Isabel, who works for Alice Brady, who keeps a small apartment court, is ecstatic to see her favorite star. To fix the car, we have Randolph Scott, of whom Mae takes an instant liking to. Who could blame her? Warren does not like that at all, and tries to get him out of the way by sending him on an errand, but someone else goes. So what happens?
Now that I've practically told half the film, I'll sum up by saying that no one could make being naughty as much fun and entertaining as Mae West. But, what's interesting about Mae West is that her face isn't all that pretty. In fact, her whole appeal is her way about her. She moves this way. She talks that way. She inflects this. She saunters that. To embody and exude sexuality was her forte, and in word play. No one could make double-entendres like her. She definitely had a well-rounded figure, being gifted in all the right places and almost exaggerated so, as Kathleen Turner puts in "Who Framed Roger Rabbit," ("..just drawn that way.")
She, also, was a very good screenwriter in adapting this previously written material into a movie, with very good dialogue. I was very impressed with the naturalness to it. She wrote just like people talk. But, obviously, she had smarts to be in the industry, make a star of herself, and to be in charge of practically everything.
There will never again be the likes of Mae West. Discover for yourself what all the heat's about. Mae West at her best, and that's at being bad. "Cause if you're good, what's the point of livin'?"