(I'LL KEEP IT SHORT)
I may be the only one, but I am nominating this one as Garbo's worst film.
It's slightly forgiven for being creaky because it suffers from early talkie syndrome (more specifically, Greta Garbo is still suffering from early talkie syndrome, and would be until about Queen Christina).
What it is not forgiven for is being badly written, badly acted, and very generically directed.
Greta Garbo overacts, as was her custom by this point. She and Gable have no chemistry between them.
I normally like Clark Gable, but I hated him here. Even more than I did in Adventure (someone parodied the tagline of that film as the title of their review, and so did I.)
Every time they kiss she looks like she's standing on his foot to get him off and he looks like he wants to pull her off his lips by the hair.
Speaking of hair, Garbo's hair in this picture is terrible. Whoever told her that those bangs were a good idea?
The basic plot is that Garbo is Helga, a child who was born out of wedlock. Her mother is dead, so her brutish father raises her. He is not nice to her, and tries to marry her off to a slimy guy. She runs away, and ends up in Rodney's (Gable's) garage. They fall in love after one day (they go fishing too, which was more plausible), but they lose each other. Garbo joins the circus and becomes Susan Lenox. She runs into Rodney again, wearing what is perhaps the most revealing shirt I have ever seen in a 1930s film. They fight or something, and he goes on a boat to Brazil or wherever, where she happens to to be working as a café entertainer (prostitute). She has many lovers (No! Garbo? Many lovers?! Since when?!?!), but she still "loves Rodney". They live happily ever after.
There, I just saves you from wasting an hour and twenty minutes of your life.
Was this before or after A Free Soul? (Gable's breakout film)
I may be the only one, but I am nominating this one as Garbo's worst film.
It's slightly forgiven for being creaky because it suffers from early talkie syndrome (more specifically, Greta Garbo is still suffering from early talkie syndrome, and would be until about Queen Christina).
What it is not forgiven for is being badly written, badly acted, and very generically directed.
Greta Garbo overacts, as was her custom by this point. She and Gable have no chemistry between them.
I normally like Clark Gable, but I hated him here. Even more than I did in Adventure (someone parodied the tagline of that film as the title of their review, and so did I.)
Every time they kiss she looks like she's standing on his foot to get him off and he looks like he wants to pull her off his lips by the hair.
Speaking of hair, Garbo's hair in this picture is terrible. Whoever told her that those bangs were a good idea?
The basic plot is that Garbo is Helga, a child who was born out of wedlock. Her mother is dead, so her brutish father raises her. He is not nice to her, and tries to marry her off to a slimy guy. She runs away, and ends up in Rodney's (Gable's) garage. They fall in love after one day (they go fishing too, which was more plausible), but they lose each other. Garbo joins the circus and becomes Susan Lenox. She runs into Rodney again, wearing what is perhaps the most revealing shirt I have ever seen in a 1930s film. They fight or something, and he goes on a boat to Brazil or wherever, where she happens to to be working as a café entertainer (prostitute). She has many lovers (No! Garbo? Many lovers?! Since when?!?!), but she still "loves Rodney". They live happily ever after.
There, I just saves you from wasting an hour and twenty minutes of your life.
Was this before or after A Free Soul? (Gable's breakout film)