I watched one of my favorite movies this morning and I just had to tell all of you my readers about it.
It's a drama from 1933, and stars one of my favorite actresses, Babara Stanwyck: Baby Face.
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In a nutshell, the film is about a woman named Lily, who starts out in the film working as something of a hooker in her father's barroom. Yes, her father was hooking her out. After an accident kills him, Lily with her Black friend/helper, Chico take off for New York to find bigger and better things.
On the advice of a friend, Lily literally sleeps her way to the top of the office building she's working in.
Lily stomps on hearts, busts up an engaged couple and causes said man and the actual father of the bride to be killed over her. In the mess that ensues Lily is sent to Paris.
That's where Courtland (George Brent, who is GORGEOUS!!!) comes in having followed her halfway across the globe to persue her.
Towards the end of the picture, Courtland goes bankrupt and distraught that Lily may leave him, asks for jewels and things to help pay his debts. When she stingily refuses and Courtland attempts suicide.
In the end, you know they end up together.
I adore this film because I have a particular penchant for "Pre-Code" films, movies made and released prior to July 1934, before the Hays Code of Ethics and Censory went into effect. If this film had been let out any sooner, it may not have made it theatres as Barbara was clearly a souless gold digger. (Just for the record, in the early years of the Depression, the depiction of gold digging women in glamorous gowns were common.)
But the message to the film is clear: Love is more important than noney and I like that message.
Even if you aren't an old film person like I am, I say give this one a try. I enjoyed it and the clothing was amazing!
(That has an open back)
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She was exactly my age in this film--twenty-six.
If only you knew how I wished I could wear clothes like that: Especially that fur coat!!!!
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