This film plays more like a post-coder than a pre-coder. The premise is interesting: a female exec who seduces her male employees finds she cannot so easily make the leading man her next conquest. Then they ruin everything by having the love interest tell her women are "made for" a family life and child-rearing. This leads her to suddenly become a sobbing emotional wreck by the middle of the film, breaking down during a meeting and screaming, "I can't do it-- I'M JUST A WOMANNNN!" Ugh! Then she steps down from her post to conform to society's idea of what a woman should be: a pretty, air-headed housewife who lets her spouse take care of her.
Ruth Chatterton, the average comedy, and scandalous bits at the opening do NOT warrant a ten for this garbage. While we must take into account that this was a different time, there were quite a few movies in the thirties (and even in the twenties!) where the male and female leads were on equal ground. Female (1933) is an un-entertaining relic that I would recommend to no one.
Ruth Chatterton, the average comedy, and scandalous bits at the opening do NOT warrant a ten for this garbage. While we must take into account that this was a different time, there were quite a few movies in the thirties (and even in the twenties!) where the male and female leads were on equal ground. Female (1933) is an un-entertaining relic that I would recommend to no one.