No More Orchids

Ok, listen Talbot is good too, and although I hate seeing my 30s films with too much screen time for old dudes and grandmas, Lombard was so sexy, witty and hot that it is definitely worth checking out.

A wonderful cast of supporting character actors enlivens a soap opera about how Carole Lombard falls in love with reverse-snob Lyle Talbot and thwarts the plans of her grandfather -- played by the wonderful C. Aubrey Smith -- to marry his family into European royalty. In the meantime her father -- played by Walter Connolly -- is about to see his bank fail.

It seems apparent that the novel on which this book is based is a lot more complex than this movie. The dialogue is competent, but not great, and people tend to play types rather than individuals. But while this is not a great movie, the wonderful players make it far more enjoyable than anyone would expect it to be. Even Lyle Talbot, usually confined to a simple juvenile lead at his home base of Warner Brothers in this period, is excellent, if a tad declamatory.

Grace Perkins, the author of this story also wrote MY PAST and NIGHT NURSE which were both big impact, big juicy dramas for Warner Bothers around this time as well. This picture has that same strong narrative, a well-crafted sense of direction and an empathy with the charismatic leads. The characters feel like real people, they work well together and develop together. When however you stand back and look at the family to which Carole Lombard's character belongs you have to admit that such a family could only ever exist in fiction, they are a little ridiculous but because they're acted so well with such authenticity, you've abandoned your sense of reality ages ago. One of the reasons it all seems so believable is because for the first half of the film it's a kind of light comedy and the way your mind accepts such something like that is less critical than if it were a tough drama. By the time the film switches from comedy to tragedy (or rather something a bit more dramatic) your mind is fully engaged; a common but still clever little trick.

In essence, it's about a rebellious young heiress (yes, another one!) who rather unsurprisingly falls for the wrong guy (yes, it is that predictable). That's how the film hooks you in, using a familiar story peppered with good witty writing and convincing performances. About half way through it starts to get down to business but still retains that lightness and humour - mainly down to the Granma (played by Louise Closer Hale) who is brilliant...... and so is Walter Connolly (was it in his contract that every father in every Columbia picture of the early 30s had to be played by him?) and so is Carole Lombard (genuinely funny and lovely without doing all that annoying screeching she did in her later films). They're all so good - they're 'proper actors!' And I know I left Lyle Talbot out of that list..... he's not a bad actor he's just incredibly dull. Why would someone as bubbly and vivacious as Carole Lombard's Annie fall for the dullest man in America?

In summary, this is a really worthwhile way to spend an hour and a half if you enjoy a better than average early thirties drama with a splash of comedy thrown in. It's made by Columbia which was not known for its extravagant production budgets but this one feels as classy as anything MGM might have made. It's not got a deep message, it isn't one of those a Warner Brothers/Zanuck movies that will make you angry and want to change the world but it's engaging and good fun.

NO MORE ORCHIDS is just a little programmer movie but it's an incredibly elegant one. Columbia studios in the early 1930's was thought of as something as a poverty row studio yet this film looks as slick and expensive as any potboiler the more uptown MGM or Paramount might have produced.

Carole Lombard stars as a spoiled society girl who is engaged to a prince in a marriage arranged by her controlling grandfather C. Aubrey Smith. On the ocean-liner back to America, she falls in love with white collar worker Lyle Talbot (who in her pampered world qualifies as "penniless") and eventually breaks his cool barrier. Lombard's pal of a dad, Walter Connally, and paternal grandmother Louise Closser Hale are crazy about Talbot but mean old grandpa Smith is not about to let his plans fall through, having seen his own late daughter marry "beneath" her.

Carole Lombard is superb as the frivolous but good-hearted socialite and she surprisingly is matched by Lyle Talbot, one of the era's reliable but usually bland leading men; in this picture, Talbot exhibits a sex appeal seldom tapped in the scores of bread-and-butter pictures he cranked out. Connally is very good in one of his first movie roles as father to a screwball romantic comedy queen (although this picture ventures more toward soap opera "women's picture" despite some nice comedy bits). Talented character player Louise Closser Hale seems a bit miscast, she's a bit too cutesy and lacks the saltiness a May Robson might have brought to the part. Smith essays a rare villainous part in a rather brief but pivotal role. Ruthelma Stevens and the very cute Allen Stevens have the only other somewhat featured parts as two of Lombard's good-time buddies in the society crowd; these small parts are among the larger ones for each of them, as they generally played bits.

Lombard is so strikingly beautiful and assured in her performance here it's hard to believe she was little more than a starlet at the time and not yet a major Hollywood star. She is sensationally photographed, although one scene makes her facial scar from an early car wreck more visible than I've ever seen it in one of her films. NO MORE ORCHIDS is just another Hollywood movie but it moves quickly and smoothly and is well worth your time if you love films from the 1930's.

No More Orchids (1932)

*** (out of 4)

Interesting, if a tad bit strange, drama about a rich brat (Carole Lombard) who falls in love with an average guy (Lyle Talbot) but her greedy grandfather (C. Aubrey Smith) forces her to marry a rich Prince so that her father will be saved from his debt. NO MORE ORCHIDS isn't a very well known film and even fans of Lombard seems to have never seen it. That's a shame because it turned out to be a pretty good gem even if the final ten-minutes are extremely bizarre and in the end they really don't work. The film benefits from a very strong screenplay as well as some strong performances. The actual story of this thing is the type of melodrama that had been going on throughout the silent era and would continue throughout the 30s as we have the bad girl falling for a good guy only to be forced into the arms of someone else. What makes it seem so fresh and original here is that the screenplay is smart enough to actually make for some nice dialogue scenes where everything plays out in a believable fashion. This includes several scenes of Lombard having to really think through her decision and this makes for some very good drama. The screenplay is smart enough to make her character more than just a single note and the viewer certainly benefits from this. Lombard does a very good job as she was perfectly capable of playing the brat side of this woman but we also believe her when the character slowly starts to change due to her feelings for Talbot. As for Talbot, he too turns in another winning performance as does Walter Connolly as the father and Louise Closser Hale nearly steals the film as the fast-talking grandma. Smith turns in his typical fine performance as well. Fans of pre-code will be happy to see some rather risky dialogue about Lombard not being a virgin and we even get a sequence where she takes her rob off and is standing around in her bra and panties. Not too shocking in today's age but this was 1932 after all. The film takes a rather obvious twist towards the end and I think what the father does, which I won't ruin, doesn't work at all. The screenplay tries to milk this sequence for everything it's worth but I felt it fell flat on its face and didn't pack the punch it was going for. Even so, NO MORE ORCHIDS is still a fine little film that deserves to be seen by more.