Danielle Darrieux and friend Helen Broderick are jobless and have plans on marrying men with money. At least Danielle does. Helen tells her "that ship has sailed for me, dearie." But in trying to get a job as a model, Danielle discovers she has to wear nothing but drapes. No, she says. But when someone else has no qualms about it, she reconsiders and snatches the company card off the executive's desk. The only trouble is she picked up the wrong card in her haste. She goes to Douglas Fairbanks' work and thinks she's in the right place and starts to undress! When Douglas sees this, we find that his character has none and that's he's no gentleman. He's only loving this and gazes on and on
She eventually leaves and she and Helen find a name in the news who's scandalously rich. They set their sights on him with some financial assistance from waiter and friend Mischa Auer. Posing as a rich socialite from Paris, she innocently meets Louis Hayward, who just so happens to know Doug. The rest of the film is about Doug warning Louis about the kind of woman Danielle is, because he knows better. Or, does he? Right from the very beginning, this film is flamboyantly funny and tres, tres chic. I found this off Amazon and am so glad I did. How could I not know about such a fun and entertaining film as this, which is worthy of being compared to "The Awful Truth"! It was sweet and romantic one moment and then uproariously funny the next. I don't have to tell you what happens. Can't you guess? Can't you? With zippy one-liners and a great cast, including Charles Coleman, who made a career of being a man's man in films and Harry Davenport, this is one screwball comedy to discover today.
Review of The Rage of Paris
