Mein Mann Godfrey

This screwball comedy is centred around a homeless man who becomes the butler for a well-to-do but eccentric family and has to contend with two very different types of attention from its young adult members. With an undercurrent of social commentary and a generally wholesome vibe, 'My Man Godfrey (1936)' provides plenty of laughs and a good amount of heart as it jaunts along to its somewhat abrupt end. Some of its set-pieces are almost bonkers, with bizarre behaviour and flustered dialogue blending for a chuckle-worthy effect. It's a genuinely funny film on more than one occasion and it makes you care about its characters, too. Each of its core players are well-written and well-performed, as lively and distinct as possible. The plot is pacy and, ultimately, satisfying, making for a remarkably rounded experience overall. It's an entertaining affair right from its fantastic opening titles. 8/10

Yes, Virginia, William Powell CAN be someone other than the Thin Man, and he can kiss someone Myrna Loy. In this case, he is kissing Carole Lombard, who does a very nice job as Powell's romantic interest. This is a fun movie from beginning to end, and the best role that Powell ever had (from an artistic viewpoint). Lombard was multitalented and could play any role. She very good as the rich playgirl who befriends the bum by the river, Godfrey. Great stuff.

Irony. splendid performances. social critic. and a fairy tale. a film about people, perspectives, using a noble message and the right cast. and a brilliant script. in fact, a parable about selfishness and superficiality. special for the bitter humor and the impecable dialogues. and, sure, for the portrait of a familiar world, maybe too obvious but enough for succes to large public. the great virtue - maybe the performance of Will Powell and the adorable sweetness of Carole Lombard in two roles who are not real unique in the context of the cinema of period but who works in beautiful manner. and, maybe, that is the key for the seductive force of this old movie about money, family, society and ...love.

My Man Godfrey (1936) : Brief Review -

Hollywood's lost treasure. A Timeless Classic Comedy which has been remade many times through other films in parts. You hear many times people saying that, "They don't make films like this anymore' or 'This is what we are missing now days' or 'Lost Classic' and such stuff, right? Well, here's one more that fits in all. My Man Godfrey is one of those rare comedies from golden era of Hollywood I mean from 30s that has a timeless impacts till date and will have it forever. A simple human driven story, mad and lovable both characters, humourous dialogues, situational gags and at last a perfect finale with a certain emotional touch, that's all about it. And it's lot more than what you can expect. A scatterbrained socialite hires a vagrant as a family butler - mad family to be more precise, but there's more to Godfrey than meets the eye. There are so many good comedies made after this that have took references from it but all in parts not as one solid remake. Yes there was a remake but not upto the mark so here i meant only those different comedies who got upto the Mark. William Powell as Godfrey, my man, what a beautifully played character it was. I would love to hire a butler like him one day. Carol Lombard gives an unforgettable performance as a cracked chatterbox girl. Her dialogue delivery is something you might never forget after watching this film. Alice Brady and Gail Patrick both look gorgeous and gets enough punches to hit the level. Gregory La Cava's direction is unmissable for every director who wants to learn that how a good script is handled in comedy genre without losing its essence and simplicity. Overall, My Man Godfrey surpasses all the overrated comedies of 30s by margin and surely makes a highly recommendable product. A Classic Comedy that cannot be missed by any chance.

RATING - 8/10*

By - #samthebestest

When a down in the dumps upper cruster (Powell) licking his wounds over a dead romance in a shanty town address, gets pulled into a blue blood scavenger hunt on pretext of charity, he will drain a pint of their precious pride at a gala that seems more bazaar than fundraiser (goats monkey), but then accepts a job to "butle" for his sponsor's (Lombard's) zany family of fellow swells (See; Merrily We Live) (38).

A delightful tale on strong acts from familiar faces of the 30s with a pretty fantastic ending, but that's what they liked back then and we could use more of today. If Thin Man leaves you craving calories, you'll satisfy on seeing a mostly sober William (the perpetually soused Nick Charles and his dutiful dame, Nora, never struck a chord with this critic), hearing Jean Dixon's wit & wisdom that would turn world class wisenheimer Thelma Ritter green with envy, and then guzzle the haughty glow of Gail Patrick who'd go on to produce the iconic Perry Mason. And Carole, the ex-Mrs Powell (31-33), she should not've been happy playing darling but ditzy Irene, a role like too many this terribly talented actress was made to suffer, stuck in the silly (tar pits of pre-war cinema), though, oddly bringing the blonde an Oscar nom, one of its six (3.5/4).