The Keyhole

Henry Kolker suspects his young wife, Kay Francis, of having a lover. She is taking ship to Havana. So Kolker hires PI George Brent to shadow her and get the goods on her. What neither of them suspect at this stage is that the real issue is that Kay Francis is still married to her first husband, slimy Monroe Owlsley. Her plan is to get a divorce in Havana. She doesn't expect Owlsley to follow her to put on pressure, nor to fall in love with Brent, and he with her. That's just the inscrutable workings of fate and the Warner Brother script department.

It was originally planned as another team-up between William Powell and Miss Francis. I expect it would have worked better that way. Nonetheless, Brent acquits himself well. So does Allen Jenkins as his assistant. He falls for b-girl and kickback artist Glenda Farrell in a nice little comic subplot. Still, the focus is on the leads, with Miss Francis sporting her usual variety of Orry-Kelly gowns and portrait photography by Barney McGill.

Peeping through THE KEYHOLE we find an unhappy wife who sails to Cuba to shake off a blackmailing former lover, not knowing that her millionaire husband has sent a handsome detective to compromise her...

This elaborately plotted little picture is a very fine example of the kind of film Warner Bros. produced so effortlessly in the 1930's. Frothy, a bit silly & fun, it boasts entertaining performances and good production values. Depression audiences sat through scores of movies just like this, generally well made, but with interchangeable plots & stars.

Kay Francis & George Brent handle the romantic situations very nicely. Sophisticated & charming, they keep their stock characters from ever becoming dull. The humor is supplied by brassy blonde Glenda Farrell as a gold digging shill & dumb-as-dirt detective Allen Jenkins.

Henry Kolker as the suspicious husband, Helen Ware as his elderly, sympathetic sister, and Monroe Owsley as the oily Lothario, all add to the fun in their supporting roles. Especially enjoyable is little Ferdinand Gottschalk, appearing in only one scene as a comically flirtatious old banker.

Movie mavens will recognize sour-faced Clarence Wilson as the head of the detective agency.

Was there any pre-Code actress more cooly glamorous than Kay Francis? The story that has her a married woman trying to resist the charms of a private detective (the less than amazing George Brent) who's trying to entrap her is pretty average fare, but it's livened up a bit by a con artist (Glenda Farrell) taking advantage of his assistant (Allen Jenkins), getting drunk on champagne cocktails among other things. In fact, this is one where I might have been more interested in the subplot of the supporting players.

The main story is set in motion because Francis's character is being blackmailed and she feels she can't tell her husband the truth, so he suspects her of having an affair. Without going into all the details, it's a pretty contrived scenario that leads her to Cuba. Aside from Francis's wardrobe and a glimpse of an airplane (the seating section for which was amusing to me) there aren't really a lot of interesting period details, and don't come here expecting any pre-Code naughtiness. Rather predictably, the detective and the woman begin developing feelings for one another in the moonlight, which I'm not sure I was really rooting for. The ultimate fate of the sinister blackmailer (the well-cast Monroe Owsley) was a nice touch though.

Kay Francis is being blackmailed by her first husband, Monroe Owsley, who seems straight out of an early silent movie, his villainy and makeup are so overdone. He does everything but twirl his mustache.

Unfortunately he never got divorced from Francis, who unknowingly married rich old Henry Kolker. Owsley is blackmailing her - she decides to go to Cuba, where apparently he will stranded on foreign soil. Francis poses as a single woman to avoid publicity.

Meanwhile, suspicious husband Kolker hires handsome detective/gigolo George Brent. There's a funny scene where we first meet Brent having set a governor's wife in a compromising position with him. Hearing there's a police raid, all of the men pour out of the rooms. When the elevator operator asks, "First floor, Mr. Smith?" all of the men go "Yes!" Brent's behavior is kind of uncomfortable. He stalks and pesters Francis throughout the ocean voyage and in Cuba, attempting to seduce her. She does her best to fend him off without telling him that she's married. But he refuses to take no for an answer. Francis even takes a room on another floor to avoid him but he founds out her room number and shows up. So does Owsley. So does Kolker, who is finally suspicious enough of Brent to fly there.

I'll leave it at that. Everything ties up nicely, even though Francis seems oddly unbothered that Brent was paid to seduce her. Brent is too boyish - I kept thinking how much better William Powell would have been. Allen Jenkins and Glenda Farrell lend comic support.

Her gowns are spectacular, a big part of why the film is enjoyable. There's a costume change in every scene!

Kay Francis plays a woman being blackmailed by a former partner (Monroe Owsley). She discovers that he never got the divorce he promised and her new marriage is illegal. Hatching a scheme with her sister-in-law (Helen Ware), she flees to Havana, hoping the cad will follow. He does but so does the detective (George Brent) her husband hires to spy on her. Wild storyline becomes more believable as the film goes on because of the chemistry between Francis and Brent. Good support from Glenda Farrell, Allen Jenkins, and Clarence Wilson. This ranks as one of Kay Francis' best women's pictures of the early 30s--with One Way Passage and Confession.