Frank Capra blew it in Platinum Blonde (1931), wherein society girl Anne (Jean Harlow) attempts to convert her new husband Stew (Robert Williams), a vigorous newspaper reporter, into a luxury-embracing aristocrat. For a long while it’s an interesting romantic comedy with genuine laughs, but it lacks a well-developed plot. It’s fine that it mocks snobbishness, but it becomes self-righteous about social class as well as, to me, deplorably stupid about marriage and divorce (NO-FAULT all the way).
Continually a certain unlikeliness hangs over the proceedings.
I hate Platinum Blonde.
Platinum Blonde (film) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
