Don't Bet on Women

One thing I will never understand is how Jeanette MacDonald could be loaned out from Paramount to Fox for a NON-musical picture. This is the only film in which Jeanette sings not a note. Though in one scene she does go to the piano and play a few notes, but then just breaks into conversation with Edmund Lowe. What a tease that must have been for the audience in 1931.

Don't Bet On Women is based on a flop Broadway play by William Anthony McGuire that only ran for 31 performances back in 1919. It was produced by Harry Frazee and it was one of those flop shows that prompted that Red Sox fire sale to the New York Yankees of many of their stars, including most importantly Babe Ruth. If this show had been a hit the whole course of baseball history might have been changed.

Harry Frazee died in 1929 and I'll bet his estate sold the film rights to William Fox just to provide for the widow and children. I'll bet Fox paid nickels on the dollar for this story.

So both as Jeanette's only non-musical film and as something that caused baseball history to be made, this film/play has its own unique place in trivial history. So goes it for Don't Bet On Women aka A Good Bad Woman it's original title on Broadway.

Edmund Lowe is a dapper playboy who has a cynical attitude towards women after being taken to the cleaners by one. He's also not too crazy about his banker Roland Young who holds the purse strings on his trust fund. Young is married to Jeanette whom of course he takes for granted. In fact the funniest line in the film for me was Young declaiming how he doesn't think excitement is good for a woman.

Well with that kind of attitude no wonder Jeanette starts looking on Lowe. Especially after Lowe makes a bet with Young that he can get any woman to kiss him within 24 hours and wouldn't you know it, Jeanette comes on a veranda and becomes the bet object.

That gambit's been used so many times, from Guys and Dolls to Saved By The Bell on one of their episodes. If you care to see what happens by all means watch the film.

I can't get over the disappointment of Jeanette MacDonald not singing even though I knew that before seeing the film. Don't Bet On Women is an all right comedy, nothing terribly special about it. The second leads Una Merkel and J.M. Kerrigan are fun, Merkel also has some devastating lines as an empty headed southern belle.

I'm not sure Jeanette's fans will appreciate a non-singing role for her.

I saw this film on TCM as "Don't Bet on Women". In the early part of the film, the viewer might feel--based upon the viewpoints expressed by the male characters--that this film is positively prehistoric regarding its opinion of women. But no--those are just the views of the characters, not the playwright who originally penned the story.

This is a pre-Code film and its departures with convention pertain mostly to its examination of the (changing) roles of women, particularly as they pertain to romance and marriage.

Herbert Drake (Roland Young) prattles on about his parental views of women to Roger Fallon (Edmund Lowe). This amuses Fallon, perhaps because Drake's opinions are even more patronizing than his own. Drake is also very arrogant in general and refuses to ever admit he is wrong--as if it's a matter of principle.

At one point, Drake--eager to prove his superior knowledge of women--bets Lowe $10,000 that he cannot kiss the next woman who enters the veranda. A very Shakespearian device to be sure. And of course Mrs. Drake (Jeanette MacDonald in a non-singing role) obliges.

Mrs. Drake aka Jean immediately learns of the wager and is insulted, but she insists that the bet remain--allegedly to test her faithfulness as a wife.

The film also features Una Merkel as Tallulah Hope, Jean's friend who spouts non sequiturs as fast as Gracie Allen ("I think scenery adds so much to a view!").

Though its roots in the theater are rather obvious, the story has charm and the acting is fun to watch, even if it's not the best. What Loy and Powell could have done with this!

What a missed opportunity.

Saw it today at MoMA, just before Howard's "Trial of Vivienne Ware", and it's almost impossible to believe that these two films were made by the same director and just a year apart.

"Trial" is a lightning-fast melodrama, fast even by pre-code standards, and very entertaining. This, on the other hand, has that awful early talkie pacing that you always hear about but rarely see so vividly. It also has uninspired direction and clueless casting of two of the three leading male roles.

J.M. Kerrigan is the hero's 'comic sidekick', the let's-go-out-and-party guy that Edmund Lowe picks up chicks with. Ahh... J.M. KERRIGAN?!! Are they kidding? They couldn't get Lupino Lane, or Roscoe Karns, or... ANYBODY ELSE?!!! Kerrigan seems twenty years too old, and looks for all the world like he wants to sit in a Morris chair sipping port while his dog lies at his feet, dying.

Edmund Lowe is the lead, and he's even worse. He's sincere and naturalistic, but BORING as all get-out. There are no stakes, no 'pep', no color, no comic liveliness. He's just not a comedy guy. If it had had somebody like Frank Fay, say (whose comedies of this period are not bad at all), or Lowell Sherman, or Melvyn Douglas, or...

The rest of the cast is fine -- McDonald, Young, Merkel, all are people who know their way around a comic scene -- but Lowe, Kerrigan, and the pace and direction sink it.

A pity, because the basic idea, dated as it is, is still funny, and this could have been a lot of fun... if only it had been directed and acted by people with a feeling for comedy.

Anyhow, this is what it is. Don't go out of your way for it.

"Don't Bet On Women" (aka "All Women Are Bad") (1931) is a somewhat sophisticated comic pre-code starring Edmund Lowe, Jeanette MacDonald, Roland Young, Una Merkel, and J. M. Kerrigan. Playing much like a play on film - and it is based on a play that was a flop - its 70 minutes speed along breezily and is mostly a smile all the way through, not necessarily a laugh-fest, although the first twenty minutes or so will be eye-opening for crowds under 35. Why? Because the men, Lowe, Young, and Kerrigan all are speaking about how either women are totally bad (after all, the play was called "All Women Are Bad") and shouldn't be thought of as marriable, or how women are under the total control of men and should be, and, according to Roland Young, they are. Just look at his wife, Jeanette MacDonald. The plot is about as simple minded as can be, and it was so even from when the play was first performed in the nineteen teens. Nevertheless, watching Edmund Lowe ooze his way through the seemingly sophisticated lines is actually a lot of fun. His sidekick in the piece, Irishman J. M. Kerrigan, is simply a foil, for he falls instantly in love with scatter-brained Una Merkel and she with him, disproving all his cohort Lowe has spoken about. Merkel throughout reminds the viewer of Gracie Allen, delivering such lines as "I think scenery adds so much to a view!" MacDonald is wonderful to watch, though two things are so very apparent: (1) she doesn't sing a note in this film!, although she does tinkle a few notes on a piano, and (2) a few of her line readings almost sound rote delivered and not very spontaneous, a film value in early sound films (or any since, too) of slight inexperience.

I enjoyed this film a lot, but then I'm a huge fan of Edmund Lowe in just about everything he made. I also generally enjoy Roland Young a lot. Jeanette MacDonald I think was one of the most beautiful women of all time in film, with eyes that go on and on and on. Una Merkel is a favorite of both my wife and I. I won't say that any kind of majority of modern viewers will enjoy this film much because its mores (those of its time) and ideas about men and their rôles in society and likewise women will be viewed as old-fashioned and wrong. Still, I enjoyed the film quite a bit, and I'd recommend it to one and all, especially those who enjoy the pre-codes. This has plenty of pre-code material in it to satisfy those looking for it. Oh, and Louise Beavers makes a very non PC entrance and exit as part of the context. Her black context will be viewed as quite stereotypical of that time, but racist today - and it certainly is!

This is a delightful Lubitsch-like comedy of manners, very well written - the ensemble acting from all concerned (MacDonald, Loewe, Merkel, Young) is exemplary under William K. Howard's direction. It does have a low concept of women, as being children needing a man's guidance, which Merkel and MacDonald soon disprove.

It is elegant and sophisticated and very highly recommended.

Unfortunately, the only DVD print available, through Loving The Classics, is washed out, fuzzy, dark at times and the entire last 30 minutes of it involves a shaking screen. It's taken from a VHS copy with horizontal blips in a few scenes. There are no songs for anyone in the cast.

MacDonald doesn't make her entry until 21:45 into the action.

Risqué gay innuendo from MacDonald: "What are you two men doing on a yacht? Cruising? "

Caesar Romero is seen for one second taking over Merkel as dancer, when Kerrigan exits.