Bachelor Bait

This is a moderately interesting time-passer and nut much else. Now it started pretty well with hard working Stu Erwin opening a matrimonial agency and helping many lonely bachelors find mates--so far so good. But later, when a pushy gold digger appears and insinuates herself into the life of a lonely millionaire (who Erwin is trying to find a partner for), the film loses steam. It's really a shame, as up until then, Erwin was a likable character and the plot was moderately engaging. But with the introduction of the woman, the film became a bit annoying--after all, she is so pushy and unlikable that you soon tire of her. Fortunately, the film ends pretty well and is generally very inoffensive and typifies the word "mediocre".

Stu Erwin usually played in supporting roles, but here he's given a lead in a comedy with a promising storyline. Unfortunately, his comic shoulders are just not broad enough to carry the load alone. He plays Bill Watts, an ex-employee of the Marriage License Bureau who decides to go into business as a matchmaker. Bill may have a bland exterior, but he has the soul of a romantic and it turns out that he is very good at what he does, thus his business booms. His problems begin when a millionaire shows up at his office (Grady Sutton) looking for a mate. Bill picks out his own secretary (Rochelle Hudson) as a potential wife, but an obnoxious and loud golddigger (Pert Kelton) inserts herself into the situation. From this point forward the story bogs down, not just because of the plot itself, but the gold digger gets tiresome in a hurry. This is the kind of role that could have been handled with skill by someone like Patsy Kelly, but Ms. Kelton's voice and presence soon becomes as irksome as fingernails on a blackboard.

This movie was made shortly after the production code came in, and I think that went a long way in sinking it. Movies were so completely sterilized in 1934 and 1935 that comedies that ventured anywhere near the topics of sex and romance often come across like the musical comedies of 1931 and 1932 that had all of their songs stripped out of them due to the hostility of the public toward movie musicals. Something is just missing.

The dialog is much sharper than you'd think; it's genuinely funny. Of course, some of it may be funny only in context: when one character asks what another would say, the Stuart Erwin character replies, "Peanuts, almonds, walnuts. . . "--getting around the prohibition about saying "Nuts!" while letting the audience in on the joke. Stuart Erwin is all right as the Average Joe, and although something's clearly lost for modern audiences in watching Rochelle Hudson's facial expressions (like Botox before Botox existed), the secondary characters are good. Pert Kelton ramps up her tough-talking sidekick schtick to become a tough-talking antagonist who'd be a perfect candidate for the matrimonial bureau except that one of the qualifications is that the ideal girl hasn't been touched by human hands. "You've got me there," she cracks. Watch for Berton Churchill's posing for a picture as a crime-fighting (all right, bumbling) district attorney; his expressions are priceless.

Stuart Erwin plays William Watts, a clerk at the Marriage License Bureau who loses his job then starts a matrimonial agency. Watts is an affable guy with an unerring intuition for matching singles.

This good-natured film feels like it was adapted from a short story. The characters are enjoyable and the plot has a pleasant denouement.

Watts' right-hand gal, Cynthia Douglas, is played charmingly by Rochelle Hudson. While Erwin is the cornerstone of the comedy, Hudson is the linchpin that secures the romance.

Some excellent supporting characters help to make this film a pleasant diversion.

Mildly amusing film about a mild-mannered man named William Watts (Stuart Erwin) who works at city hall in the marriage license bureau and demonstrates a knack for helping underage couples get married (as we see here, when a very young Anne Shirley shows up in the office with her young man and Watts convinces the young man's father as to the benefits of marriage), but gets himself fired via very silly plot element. Out of work he decides to place an ad, with assistance from his always helpful neighbor Cynthia (Rochelle Hudson), in the newspaper as a matrimonial consultant, offering to get men wives at $5 a pop. Follows an almost instant huge reaction to the ad, after which he meets up with a taxi driver/attorney and they immediately become partners starting "Romance Inc.", a dating service with an office soon PACKED with men and women meeting each other and complaining about inaccurate photos, etc. - a sort of 30s version of online personals, you could call it. When a letter comes from a bumbling Oklahoma millionaire/oilman who wants a wife, Watts takes it upon himself to become personal matchmaker for the man, handpicking Cynthia, now the office secretary and in love with Watts. Which makes one wonder, how come Watts, a man so enamored of the institution of marriage and finding romance for all comers doesn't seem to want a wife for himself?

This film is so-so - mostly amusing in the scenes featuring the ex-wife of the attorney who comes in to Romance Inc. seeking her alimony and ends up chasing after the millionaire oilman throwing one-liners and catty comments right and left as she battles against Cynthia to win him and his dough. Grady Sutton appears as the millionaire, in a role not unlike almost every other role I have ever seen him in, so - no surprise quite well played. Rochelle Hudson is pretty here, but quite dull. The film features a number of familiar character actors in small parts. Worth a peek.