In San Francisco, competent, well-trained secretary Marion Davies can't keep a job because her bosses can't keep their hands to themselves. So she takes off her make-up, puts on unbecoming clothes, a wig, and glasses. She's promptly hired by literary agent Louise Fazenda for client Robert Montgomery, whose latest book has been sold to the movies, although he hasn't written it yet. That's because he's too busy chasing women, particularly Marcia Ralston. Miss Davies gradually gets Robert Montgomery to work, but through the usual series of misconstructions, he thinks that when she's not in costume, she's her room mate Patsy Kelly, who is his new love interest. Will things get sorted out in eighty minutes?
Marion Davies' last movie is a delightful comedy of misconstruction, with Alan Jenkins unable to figure out who is who, and Frank McHugh laboring under the name of Mabel DeCraven. The opening sequences are excellent, and if Montgomery is occasionally a little too childish in the film makers' efforts to make the plot move, it's a fine film for Miss Davies to end her carer with. She had made 49 starring vehicles over the previous 20 years, and was forty, which was a no-no for leading ladies.
Marion Davies' last movie is a delightful comedy of misconstruction, with Alan Jenkins unable to figure out who is who, and Frank McHugh laboring under the name of Mabel DeCraven. The opening sequences are excellent, and if Montgomery is occasionally a little too childish in the film makers' efforts to make the plot move, it's a fine film for Miss Davies to end her carer with. She had made 49 starring vehicles over the previous 20 years, and was forty, which was a no-no for leading ladies.