Kansas City Princess

The IMDB synopsis describes this movie as "two wisecracking manicurists flee an irate gangster". That's a better precis than I could manage. William Keighley doesn't seem able to do much with a complicated script; only Hugh Herbert (as a millionaire on his way to confront his wayward wife) and Glenda Farrell as the inciting manicurist are very good. Robert Armstrong is ok as the irate gangster, but Joan Blondell is unaccountably rote, trying to make sense of her lines in what should be a high-speed farce.

That's rather a disappointment to me. In just shy of 50 years of film performances, it's rare to see Miss Blondell not be great.

Rosie Sturges (Joan Blondell) and best friend Marie Callahan (Glenda Farrell) are manicurists in Kansas City. Marie does not like Rosie's gangster boyfriend Dynamite Carson (Robert Armstrong). There is a ring, girl scouts, and plenty of situational comedy.

This is a gangster screwball comedy thriller. The situation is convoluted. I was expecting more from the girl scouts. There is potential for greater comedy. The concept suggests some more outrageous fun but it doesn't quite get there.

"Kansas City Princess" is a film that sure looks as if the script was not even close to being finished when the movie was shot. So much of it seemed vague and incomplete that I just can't recommend it no matter how much I enjoyed the actors.

Joan Blondell and Glenda Farrell are two hucksters who manage to get themselves onto a cruise ship despite having no money. Through conniving and lying, they manage to ingratiate themselves to a dippy rich guy (Hugh Herbert). Additionally, Blondell's boyfriend (Robert Armstrong) also manages to get hired by this dippy rich guy. What happens next just seems random and silly...which it was.

I like Joan Blondell films. She played a great dame and Farrell was also quite good. The problem is that they had no script to work with and I kept waiting for the story to materialize...which it never did! Overall, enjoyable but severely lacking when it comes to story.

From the first few bars of Leo Forbstein's jaunty, jolly intro music you know what to expect and that's exactly what you get: Joan and Glenda's smart and sassy comedy double act guaranteed to make you smile.

You'll certainly smile but probably not laugh at this one. Joan Blondell and Glenda Farrell are both brilliant as are Robert Armstrong and Frank McHugh but this is one of the weaker pictures in the series. It's entertaining enough (in fact, very entertaining) but somehow doesn't feel as funny as it should be. Some critics have blamed the ridiculous story but it's no less believable than those of their other ones. Possibly this wasn't quite as sparky because it was made at the time when the new Production Code regulations were being introduced - it must have been difficult adapting such a racy, raunchy double act to conform with Hollywood's new pseudo-puritanical regime.

It's not a fabulous film, the story is makes no sense, the acting flips between over the top overacting and uninspired just reading by rote but.... I still loved this. It's harmless, good natured fun.

Joan Blondell and Glenda Farrell play fast-talking, wise-cracking blondes, roles they often had because they did it so well. They wind up trying to escape from small-time hood Robert Armstrong, who believes Blondell gave her engagement ring to Gordon Westcott, who actually stole it from her. The chase is on when Westcott meets Armstrong and shows the ring to him. He steals it back again, but is furious enough to wring Blondell's neck if he catches up with her. The fun in the first part is all in the chase, with the girls staying one step ahead of Armstrong, first by donning scout uniforms to get on their convention train, and then by jumping into a cab already occupied by two aldermen going to Paris by ship. Armstrong flew to New York to get there ahead of the train and followed the cab, with all three boarding the ship. Before you know it, they are on their way to Paris, but broke. The girls use their wiles to get passage money, and Armstrong uses his gun to force millionaire Hugh Herbert to hire him as a bodyguard. Farrell is more the gold digger of the two, and when she hears a millionaire is on board, they pose as French manicurists to get into his room, where Armstrong is waiting, but more pacified. At this point, the focus of the film changes, much to its detriment. The three hatch a plan to get Herbert's wife, Renee Whitney, to stop fooling around with Ivan Lebedeff in Paris and come back to Herbert. The idea is to trap Lebedeff in a room with one of the girls, so that Whitney can see how unfaithful he is to her. It didn't quite work out that way, with Herbert in for a big surprise.

The first half of the film was genuinely funny, with lots of quips and one-liners, including Farrell reminding Blondell that girls these days need three things - money, jack, and dough. The second half was more tedious than funny, and except, perhaps, for the surprise ending, was a waste of time.