This is the type of film that might have appealed to audiences in 1935, but today, you have to watch almost in secret because it could drive your neighbors to call the police on you for Lily Pon's voice disturbing the peace. It's loud and shrill, certainly like no voice you'd hear on what remains of the radio. She's a runaway Parisian girl who meets American songwriter Henry Fonda, wakes up married to him and accidentally becomes a successful opera star (with a score that Fonda wrote but didn't get credit for) while he stews over masculine pride. Fonda, in his first year in films, shows a potential for comedic timing, and Pons is humorous in small doses. That voice, though, might get dogs yowling because that voice doesn't exist anymore outside indoor opera companies, particularly European ones.
One song, about a jockey on a carousel, expresses my sentiment about classic style music mixed with popular music; it doesn't always work. Pons starts singing the song to a fidgety kid who is whaling yet immediately stops and looks up at her with a Cheshire cat grin as she starts her own yowling. Pretty soon, everybody in this busy Paris district is joining in, some for individual choruses, and I cringed, both in annoyance and amusement. When she tries to sing a bluesy number in a cafe, it's totally out of place. Voices like hers are not made for musical comedy, and even in the choral numbers, it's far more high brow than operetta. The finale includes a fashion show that is camp now, even if female audiences went gaga over it in 1935. Today, it's a visual delight for drag queens who couldn't find what they were looking for in the color fashion show in "The Women".
Eric Blore and his barking seal, Duchess, get a few laughs, but a scene revealing that Duchess has "passed on" dampens the light atmosphere. Lucille Ball, unrecognizable pretty much as a platinum line, gets prominent billing in the credits (probably a re-release after she was leading lady in B films), but really has only one line. I keep forgetting about her and Fonda in this, reunited 7 years later for "The Big Street" and 33 years later in "Yours, Mine and Ours". Pons tried to break into Jeanette MacDonald and Grace Moore territory in film, but only made a small handful before returning to live performance. As for Fonda, it would take a little time, but a few years down the road, he was the one writing his own ticket. This film has him way up, sadly, in the rear mezzanine.
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