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This Movie Can Only Be Described With One Word.

Blistering performances.

It really made me laugh, but for some moments I was tearing up because I could relate so much.

Show me a marriage without fights, and I'll show you a tragic honeymoon where one of the couple suddenly died. That only takes place on soaps or in film noir where one of the two is killed by the other for their fortune. That isn't the case here. The couple is young and healthy, and they are played by two of the biggest legends of the golden age of stage and screen-Gloria Swanson and Laurence Olivier.Making the unrealistic agreement that they will never quarrel, their goal is quickly proved false. Totally happily married couples are bored eventually, and when Olivier goes out of town, a boating accident during a strange ritual causes him to spend the night in the company of the sexy blonde Genevieve Tobin. Confessing all to his trusting wife, he isn't thrilled by the sudden accusation that she spent the night with an aging admirer. This sends them into divorce court and leads to other accusations, debate and a predictable outcome. If it wasn't for Swanson and Olivier, this might have just been another society drawing room/bedroom comedy of manners. It was the very same year that Garbo turned down Olivier in the male leading role in "Queen Christina", but the still to be discovered British stage star lucked out by winning over Gloria. She would only make one more film before a hiatus, becoming sort of royalty and only making periodic stage appearances before entering screen mortality in "Sunset Boulevard ". Still elegant and beautiful to look at, this is a recent rediscovered classic. Swanson is both sweet and feisty, even singing a bit. For those only familiar with Olivier in drama, he proves himself to be an able comedian. A decent script helps it move along nicely, and it seldom lags. But the premise is a farce in fiction, let alone real life and it takes a bit of swallowing to accept some of the plot devices.

"Perfect Understanding" is a simply dreadful film--very, very dated, dull and filled with folks you really cannot relate to or like. It also features the rather odd romantic pairing of Gloria Swanson and Laurence Oliver--a pairing that doesn't quite work.The film begins with Swanson singing--something you just don't need to hear unless you are a masochist. Fortunately, Olivier's character didn't love her singing either, though otherwise they play rich folks who have nothing better to do than go to parties, travel the world and talk...a lot. And one of the things they love to talk about is their love for each other. However, Swanson's character is apprehensive to marry, as she's afraid that over time their love will fade. So, they agree to marry and stay married until they begin to argue (ooo, how romantic).The biggest problem about this film is that it was the Depression and folks were out of work. So, such a mannered and dull film involving the rich and lazy seems strange--and hard to enjoy. The characters seemed rather one-dimensional and annoying. In particular, Swanson's acting didn't help, though Olivier did a nice job in spite of the film's many shortcomings. Dull and probably not worth your time.

That's the song Gloria sings over the closing credits; the reverse could be emblematic of the film, a trying-to-be-chic trifle that is nonetheless amusing in its stilted sophistication and odd cinematography. Gloria and Olivier swan about modern London--she's an American interior decorator, he appears to be independently wealthy--and do some rather pre-Code making out before deciding to marry. Misunderstandings quickly pile up as each, though nominally terribly terribly in love with each other, contemplate extramarital affairs. There's also intrigue about his suspicion that she's carrying someone else's child--it's far too racy to have been made in the U.S. at the time, and was filmed in Britain by Gloria's production company. The dialogue strains to be Somerset Maugham witty and the supporting cast is nothing special, though Miles Malleson has a nice bit. Gloria is certainly glamorous and good at eye-batting, and Olivier, playing a spoiled bachelor it's hard to root for, has some charm. Also fun is the hilariously overemphatic musical scoring--every comma seems to be accentuated with a crescendo. Not much of a movie, but an interesting look at two stars at uncomfortable times in their film careers.

Gloria Swanson had formed a film company just to make this film. Unfortunately, this is precisely the type of film that her most famous character, Norma Desmond, likely wanted to make in Sunset Boulevard. It is really a silent film with dialog replacing the text screens. The actors make grand extravagant gestures, turn their faces to and fro while fluttering their eyelids. The incessant music swells at appropriate moments to indicate high drama. The dialog seems like a nuisance to be summarily added and neglected - after all Swanson had done pretty well for all those years without dialog - why worry about that now.The quite modern premise of the film, a semi-open marriage, and the conflict brought on by the juxtaposition of the end of the flapper era avant-garde attitudes with the conservative Victorian mores ensconced in the judicial attitude towards divorce should have made the film more interesting that it was.However, the only real interest and tension is generated by incredible boat race where cocktails are drunk at every station to make the race more difficult! Prohibition was about to be repealed and the celebration of alcohol consumption in such stark contrast to today's attitudes is fascinating.Tighter editing, better pacing and dialog might have made this worthwhile. As is, it is a curio from the early years of sound, and of interest to the historian and perhaps to the film buff as a primer on the world of Norma Desmond.