Women of Glamour

Melvyn Douglas is a painter who wants to paint something important. At a party where he unveils his latest, he's disgusted by its lack of meaning. He goes off driving, only to run into Virginia Bruce, a hardened showgirl, fleeing from a wild party. Sh drives him home and he asks her to model for him. As she does so, and he talks about the philosophy behind the painting, about beauty arising from generous thoughts, they begin to fall in love.

This is the third version of LADIES OF LESIURE. It's well acted by all hands, including Reginald Denny as the rich drunk who makes a play for Miss Bruce, and Pert Kelton as her even more cynical friend. Denuded of its Precode wildness, though, there's little to show of the ugliness of the high life save the indistinct figures in the painting's background. Director Gordon Wiles can dress a beautiful set, but he can't bring anything superior to the movie, which remains a standard Code-Era romantic comedy, entertaining on its own terms, but lacking any depth.

A dissatisfied artist (Melvyn Douglas) finds new inspiration from a cynical, chance-met showgirl (Virginia Bruce). But will her modelling for him lead to more than just art?

This is a flat, light romantic drama, an anemic remake of Frank Capra's pre-Code Ladies of Leisure. Bruce has the impossible task of following in Barbara Stanwyck's footsteps, all of the pre-Code edges in the original version have been sanitized into blandness, and Capra's storytelling verve is sorely missing from this re-do. Douglas was the only element here that was an upgrade from the original, but even then there's still not much of a spark between our two leads.

Women of Glamour, the title alone caught my attention. Not sure exactly what I was expecting based on the title alone but it wasn't what that title conjured up in my mind. There were two main women and a couple dashes of glamour, but not really all that. The story is one that has been covered in film literally hundreds of time, and a few I can think of were more interesting than this particular version. Yjod one didn't really go very deep and was rather surface tension only. Oh, the acting was solid all-around, the sets and costumes, while not exactly distinct, were satisfactory. Women of Glamour was rather average, but still could be worth checking out for the truly curious.

Many folks have complained that Hollywood relies way too much on remakes. Well, this phenomenon is not just a recent thing and in the 1930s and 40s, films were routinely remade. Sometimes it was because the story was originally a silent movie and a talking remake seemed reasonable...but often films were remade simply because it was a cheap and quick way to milk more out of story. Often, the remakes did little to improve on the original...and I wondered if "Women of Glamour" was better than its 1930 version, "Ladies of Leisure"...a film which was actually a remake of a silent 1926 version. Well, I have never seen the silent version but I loved the 1930 one...and just assumed I'd prefer it to the 1937 flick. Could I be wrong? I often am, as my wife and daughters will be only too happy to tell you!

The story is about a tempermental high society artist falling for his lower-class model. Unfortunately, his friends and family are not thrilled with this and make it tough on the newlyweds.

In some ways, this remake is good and in others it isn't. The original remake (1930) was directed by Frank Capra and starred Barbara Stanwyck...and the direction and starring lady clearly were better than the 1937 version. Virginia Bruce is okay...but it's hard to compare her to Stanwyck. However, Melvyn Douglas also stars in the 37 film...and he's nice though VERY restrained compared to his usual persona. The direction of the latter film isn't as good and the melodrama seems a bit overwrought towards the end of the film. Overall, the good in the 1930 version easily outweighs the good in this remake...so why not just watch the earlier one?

By the way, Bruce's comic sidekick, Pert Kelton, became famous later for playing the first Alice Kramden on "The Jackie Gleason Show". She was later dropped due to her leftist past...a victim of the Red Scare.

This 1937 Columbia Pictures feature stars Virginia Bruce as the call girl (read hooker) with a heart of gold who falls in love with a rich guy. It's a part many of her contemporaries played and she does more than a decent job with it. The film is a remake of a remake, the nearest predecessor being Frank Capra's superb 1930 version of the story that made a star of Barbara Stanwyck. Bruce is a fine actress, but Barbara makes much more of the part, thanks in no small part to what you could say and do in those pre-Code days. The 1937 sanitized version palls in comparison, partly because it is only staged competently without Capra's flair by Gordon Wiles, a former art director like Mitch Leisen who directed. Melvin Douglas plays the rich boy/ painter to perfection, and is supported by a first rate cast: Reginald Dennis as the playboy drunk and others. Seeing Pert Kelton as the wise cracking, cynical gold digging roommate reminds us why she was Jackie Gleason's first choice for Alice Kramden.