Best movie ever!

if their story seems completely bonkers, almost like a feverish work of fiction, you ain't heard nothing yet.

Strong acting helps the film overcome an uncertain premise and create characters that hold our attention absolutely.

.Like the great film, it's made with a great deal of visible affection both in front of and behind the camera.

Edmund Lowe (Monty Greer), Lois Moran (Judy Kramer), John Halliday (Henry Graham), Greta Nissen (Sigrid Carline), Jean Hersholt (Rudolph Kramer), Myrna Loy (Kay Graham), Earl Foxe (Handsome), Billy Bevan (Hudgins), Goodee Montgomery (Peters), Jesse De Vorska (buyer), Claude King (captain), Crauford Kent (first officer), Rosalie Roy (bride), Ruth Donnelly (Burbank), Eddie Borden (interloper), James Kirkwood (Sigrid's beau), Jack Lowe (waiter), Henry Sedley (Chalky), Larry Steers (passenger), Louis Matheaux (henchman), Edmund Mortimer (guest), Bob Montgomery (Socker).Director: WILLIAM K. HOWARD. Screenplay: Guy Bolton and Lynn Starling. Original screen story: Guy Bolton. Photography: James Wong Howe. Film editor: Jack Murray. Art director: Gordon Wiles. Stills: Clarence Sinclair Bull. Copyright 10 July 1931 by Fox Film Corp. New York opening at the Roxy, 30 July 1931. 6,627 feet. 73½ minutes.SYNOPSIS: A Grand Hotel on an ocean liner.NOTES: Academy Award, Art Direction, Gordon Wiles (defeating A Nous la Liberte and Arrowsmith).COMMENT: Photographer Jimmy Howe was once asked by an eager film student in the late 1960s, to name the director Howe regarded as the most skillful, the most talented, the most inventive and the most accomplished in the entire American film industry. Jimmy had worked for many great directors. The eager student expected him to nominate Martin Ritt, Howard Hawks, Raoul Walsh, or perhaps John Frankenheimer. To the student'sutter amazement, Howe unhestitatingly answered, "William K. Howard." Would you believe, the student had never even heard of William K. Howard? Sad, but true! Well, here in "Transatlantic", we find Howard at the zenith of his powers. In fact, "Transatlantic" is a superbly beautiful film in every respect. Even Edmund Lowe (under Howard's sympathetic direction) gives a thoroughly convincing performance.Enough said! I don't want to detail all this film's merits. I would rather you seek it out and watch it yourself!

At the rate he's going, he's not going to make it from one side of the Atlantic to the other. Edmund Lowe is the cad of all cads-a bounder, a charlatan, a snake on the ocean. He's on his way to Europe working on the idea for a tunnel from one coast to the other, a ridiculous prospect in itself, and it seems to be his goal to make love to every woman (attached or not) on the ocean liner. Among his intended conquests are Lois Moran, Greta Nielsen and a very young Myrna Loy. Other situations include passengers dealing with a bank crash and a not so surprising murder, followed by a storm at sea. Moran's father, Jean Hersholt, confronts John Halliday over the bank failing while various husbands confront the amoral Lowe.This isn't a great movie, but interesting in its depiction of excess on the high seas just 20 years after the Titanic and only a couple of years before the Moritania. It's early 1930's Art Deco with a mostly unknown cast, with Loy the most famous name in the film, yet not having a lot to do. But while a bit creaky and predictable, there's enough elements of pre-code scandal and sin to keep the audience engaged. Lowe goes to show ya that even a somewhat paunchy middle aged man can get all the girls he wants. The twists and turns come at an alarming rate, so if you remain patient with it, you'll find it an early talkie with many great qualities, not the least of which is its Oscar winning art direction.

Made in the early-morning of talking pictures, this belies any notion you might have of early talkies, with fast editing, a deleriously moving camera, and sharp script. Sets are magnificent, with the luxury liner where the action takes place assuming the atmosphere of some Byzantine palace. Best of all, it's capped off with a tour-de-force cat-and-mouse shoot-out through the vast engine room, which James Wong Howe's photography turns into a visual wonderland-maze of catwalks, huge machines and glossy steam. Script, story and playing are all top-notch.

A pretty fair movie -- look for Myrna Loy as she begins her ascent to Queen of Hollywood. The real star for me in Jame Wong Howe's magnificent photography, lovely deep focus work ten years before Greg Toland 'revolutionized' pictures with it.