The greatest movie ever made..!

This is a gorgeous movie made by a gorgeous spirit.

Blistering performances.

Through painfully honest and emotional moments, the movie becomes irresistibly relatable

What a missed opportunity.Saw it today at MoMA, just before Howard's "Trial of Vivienne Ware", and it's almost impossible to believe that these two films were made by the same director and just a year apart. "Trial" is a lightning-fast melodrama, fast even by pre-code standards, and very entertaining. This, on the other hand, has that awful early talkie pacing that you always hear about but rarely see so vividly. It also has uninspired direction and clueless casting of two of the three leading male roles. J.M. Kerrigan is the hero's 'comic sidekick', the let's-go-out-and-party guy that Edmund Lowe picks up chicks with. Ahh... J.M. KERRIGAN?!! Are they kidding? They couldn't get Lupino Lane, or Roscoe Karns, or... ANYBODY ELSE?!!! Kerrigan seems twenty years too old, and looks for all the world like he wants to sit in a Morris chair sipping port while his dog lies at his feet, dying.Edmund Lowe is the lead, and he's even worse. He's sincere and naturalistic, but BORING as all get-out. There are no stakes, no 'pep', no color, no comic liveliness. He's just not a comedy guy. If it had had somebody like Frank Fay, say (whose comedies of this period are not bad at all), or Lowell Sherman, or Melvyn Douglas, or...The rest of the cast is fine -- McDonald, Young, Merkel, all are people who know their way around a comic scene -- but Lowe, Kerrigan, and the pace and direction sink it. A pity, because the basic idea, dated as it is, is still funny, and this could have been a lot of fun... if only it had been directed and acted by people with a feeling for comedy.Anyhow, this is what it is. Don't go out of your way for it.

An obvious former playboy (Edmund Lowe) is disgusted with the species known as female, yet can't seem to escape them, whether it is his ex- wife (Helene Millard) asking for financial help for a broke new husband or his sudden encounter with the married Jeanette MacDonald after rescuing her drowning friend (Una Merkel). Lowe decides to test the sanctity of womanhood by making a wager with MacDonald's stuffy husband (Roland Young) at a party that he can get the next woman entering the room to kiss him, and low and behold, it ends up being the tempted MaDonald.This chatty drawing room comedy (set mostly on a yacht) has amusing pre-code dialog, but suffers from an unbelievable and tacky situation. In addition, Merkel's character (named Tallulah, no less!) is an obnoxious, shrill-voiced chatterbox who barely breathes beyond sentences, little of which makes any sense. MacDonald, in her only non-singing screen role, retains her lady like presence and comes off unscathed while Lowe and Young's competition over her adds to her amusement. A definite rarely seen curiosity, this will be of interest mainly to the Jeanette MacDonald cult which seems to increase as time goes by.

This is a delightful Lubitsch-like comedy of manners, very well written - the ensemble acting from all concerned (MacDonald, Loewe, Merkel, Young) is exemplary under William K. Howard's direction. It does have a low concept of women, as being children needing a man's guidance, which Merkel and MacDonald soon disprove.It is elegant and sophisticated and very highly recommended. Unfortunately, the only DVD print available, through Loving The Classics, is washed out, fuzzy, dark at times and the entire last 30 minutes of it involves a shaking screen. It's taken from a VHS copy with horizontal blips in a few scenes. There are no songs for anyone in the cast.MacDonald doesn't make her entry until 21:45 into the action.Risqué gay innuendo from MacDonald: "What are you two men doing on a yacht? Cruising? "Caesar Romero is seen for one second taking over Merkel as dancer, when Kerrigan exits.

One thing I will never understand is how Jeanette MacDonald could be loaned out from Paramount to Fox for a NON-musical picture. This is the only film in which Jeanette sings not a note. Though in one scene she does go to the piano and play a few notes, but then just breaks into conversation with Edmund Lowe. What a tease that must have been for the audience in 1931. Don't Bet On Women is based on a flop Broadway play by William Anthony McGuire that only ran for 31 performances back in 1919. It was produced by Harry Frazee and it was one of those flop shows that prompted that Red Sox fire sale to the New York Yankees of many of their stars, including most importantly Babe Ruth. If this show had been a hit the whole course of baseball history might have been changed.Harry Frazee died in 1929 and I'll bet his estate sold the film rights to William Fox just to provide for the widow and children. I'll bet Fox paid nickels on the dollar for this story.So both as Jeanette's only non-musical film and as something that caused baseball history to be made, this film/play has its own unique place in trivial history. So goes it for Don't Bet On Women aka A Good Bad Woman it's original title on Broadway.Edmund Lowe is a dapper playboy who has a cynical attitude towards women after being taken to the cleaners by one. He's also not too crazy about his banker Roland Young who holds the purse strings on his trust fund. Young is married to Jeanette whom of course he takes for granted. In fact the funniest line in the film for me was Young declaiming how he doesn't think excitement is good for a woman.Well with that kind of attitude no wonder Jeanette starts looking on Lowe. Especially after Lowe makes a bet with Young that he can get any woman to kiss him within 24 hours and wouldn't you know it, Jeanette comes on a veranda and becomes the bet object.That gambit's been used so many times, from Guys and Dolls to Saved By The Bell on one of their episodes. If you care to see what happens by all means watch the film. I can't get over the disappointment of Jeanette MacDonald not singing even though I knew that before seeing the film. Don't Bet On Women is an all right comedy, nothing terribly special about it. The second leads Una Merkel and J.M. Kerrigan are fun, Merkel also has some devastating lines as an empty headed southern belle. I'm not sure Jeanette's fans will appreciate a non-singing role for her.