Barbara Stanwyck married Gene Raymond. There's money and connection in both their backgrounds, but none in their pockets. She rides other people's show horses for a living, and he's a professional guest and polo player. They go into business boarding horses, which raises the hackles of the tony set, especially widowed Genevieve Tobin. The only exception is Miss Stanwyck's old friend John Eldredge, who is extravagantly considerate, and who winds up on trial for murder.
Director Robert Florey and company certainly spare no effort in making their audience despise the rich in this one, with a gobsmacked Arthur Treacher drawling his astonishment at the idea of people actually working for a living. Within those parameters, everyone gives a good performance, although I remain as always puzzled by Gene Raymond's participation; in far too many movies in the 1930s his role consisted of being blond and not tripping over the furniture. He accomplishes both here.
The result is a well done minor movie from the year, although given these rich people, why anyone should care if one of them gets shot is beyond me.
Director Robert Florey and company certainly spare no effort in making their audience despise the rich in this one, with a gobsmacked Arthur Treacher drawling his astonishment at the idea of people actually working for a living. Within those parameters, everyone gives a good performance, although I remain as always puzzled by Gene Raymond's participation; in far too many movies in the 1930s his role consisted of being blond and not tripping over the furniture. He accomplishes both here.
The result is a well done minor movie from the year, although given these rich people, why anyone should care if one of them gets shot is beyond me.