This is an adult comedy for 1931. It hints at adultery, prostitution, and swinging (wife swapping). None of this subject matter could have been handled as openly three years later when the Hayes Moral Code started to be enforced.Jameson Thomas is pretty good as the lead. He made this three years before playing gold-digger King Wesley, the rival to Clark Gable for Claudette Colbert in "It Happened One Night." Dixie Lee who married Bing Crosby and died tragically young at 42 has a small part as the woman who seduces Thomas away from his wife. She is quite radiant. She could have been another Jean Harlow perhaps with some breaks.Clarence Wilson as a shady divorce lawyer named Garrett, Arthur Housman who specialized in playing drunks, as he does here, and Carmelita Garaughty, as a scorned women seeking revenge, liven up the movie with good performances.It is interesting to see a Reno casino in a hotel circa 1931 and see the open prostitution and male and female sexual hunting going on there. Apparently women and men had to wait six weeks to finalize their divorce and they typically sort out new sexual adventures while waiting for the final decree. This is something I would not have known about except for this movie.The direction was quite stagy with mostly long medium and full wide shots. It looks more like a 1921 film than 1931, possibly because of the sensitive new sound equipment which made camera moves difficult. Still, the interesting subject matter overcome this handicap to make the movie quite watchable and generally interesting.

Well you'll just have to see the humor in this picture because the story itself is largely unexplainable. When a pretty young wife (Virginia Valli) is cheated on by her husband (Jameson Thomas), she heads off to Reno for a quickie divorce, engaging the services of one of the most annoying screen attorneys I've ever seen (Clarence Wilson). Later, husband John Wyatt seeks out the same attorney in an attempt to reconcile with his wife. Questions abound regarding lawyer/client confidentiality, as well as conflict of interest when lawyer Garrett accepts a retainer from both parties. I'm no expert, but that seems just the slightest bit unethical to me.Then there's that scene with the police chief towards the end of the story when he asks Wyatt to confess to a murder to let his wife June off the hook. And he agrees! What?!?! And where exactly did that conversation take place? It wasn't in a police station, because the room was decked out like a library! Pay attention though, and you'll catch an interesting quip from the bald headed old coot who traded his hairpiece for a stake at the gambling tables. Sitting next to Wyatt at the night club, he's overheard speaking to his lady companion about a trip to Africa, where animals go in and out your window, and you find 'beavers under your bed'. I don't believe there are beavers in Africa, but I don't think he was talking about the four legged kind to begin with. Have to love that pre-Code stuff.Anyway, like a lot of these films of the era, you'll just have to see 'em to believe 'em, and if you're like me, you won't believe 'em even then. I'd like to say if you've seen one you've seen them all, but that's just not the case. Pick up the sixty disc/two hundred fifty film DVD Mystery Collection from Mill Creek Entertainment and it will have you scratching your head for answers picture after picture with offerings like this.

Actually both the crime and mystery angles in this so-named "Crime Classic" are slight. While there is a murder in the story, it occurs very late in the piece. The movie's best moments all happen in the first ten minutes or so, when the lovely Dixie Lee makes her spectacular entrance—although what potential she sees in dull-as-a-doormat Jameson Thomas is open to question. The rest of the movie revolves around a lot of ho-hum footage in which that perennial movie drunk, Arthur Housman, performs his funny-as-watching-ice-melt inebriated act to such wearisome length, it comes as something of a relief when he's suddenly removed from the plot by an unrecognizable, overly face-painted Carmelita Geraghty. Not unexpectedly, director Raymond Cannon handles the bulk of this largely boring, marking-time script with competence but little inspiration. But surprisingly for a Poverty Row effort, production values look quite smart and feature well-dressed studio interiors, peopled with lots of good-looking extras and bit-players.

For an early talkie this movie is actually pretty good. The story is told quickly, the movie only bogs in a few places, but it's entertaining and great to see the details of the clothing, cars and norms of the times. The basic storyline is that a husband picks up a hussy at a party, the wife catches them (almost) in the act, and she goes off to Reno to get a divorce (only a 6 week wait in Nevada). Evidently Reno in 1931 was frequented only by sleazy lawyers, heavy drinking, smoking, gambling and sexing people living it up while they waited for their 6 weeks to roll by. I liked the movie, especially since it gets straight to the point on a few of the subplots, instead of drawing them out like many other films do. This is now a public domain movie, and is available for free download from several sites on the internet. I downloaded a 3 gig Mpeg and the quality of the images were excellent, the sound could use some work, but as with many of these pre-Dolby films, nobody is going to go to the expense and trouble of cleaning up the soundtrack for free. On a scale of 1 to 10, judged against all movies, I'd give it a 6. Judged against other movies of it's era, I'd give it an 8.