Lame rom-com with Alfred Lunt as a lazy, middle-aged writer who is adored by a woman young enough to be his daughter and also a rich woman (presumably meant to be played by Lynne Fontanne but here played by Jesse Royce Landis), he wants to marry for money. The young girl is desired by a poor chemist who seems like a nice bloke but she still pants after Lunt – who allows his voice to modulate in that way which really annoys me. Much ado about nothing – I mean the girl says she’s pregnant to Lunt, which spills over into stalker territory. This was a hit in it's day, with people enjoying the racy allusions and dialogue, but it's day was in 1927 and it lacks the craft and originality to have aged well.
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