The Golden Fleecing

Lew Ayres stars with Rita Johnson, Lloyd Nolan, and Virginia Grey in "The Golden Fleecing," from 1940.

Ayres plays Henry Twinkle, a life insurance salesman who sells Gus Fender (Lloyd Nolan) a $50,000 life insurance policy. This impresses his boss, until he realizes that Gus Fender is a racketeer. His boss nearly has a coronary and tells Henry that he'd better keep Gus alive. Henry goes to Fender, and the two of them hatch a scheme where Henry puts Fender in jail and collects the $25,000 reward. He then is supposed to turn it over to Fender, who wants to make bail and get out of the country. That's where the problems begin.

Lew Ayres was very cute, and he's funny as a guy who just wants to marry his fiancé Mary (Rita Johnson) but becomes entangled with gangsters, with Mary becoming jealous of Fender's girlfriend (Grey).

Nothing special, with Fender's army of goofy associates, headed by Nat Pendleton, providing some comedy.

Henry Twinkle (Lew Ayers) is a naïve life insurance salesman who unknowingly sells a $50,000 policy to a crook named Gus Fender (Lloyd Nolan). This puts a kibosh on his plans to marry his girl, secretary Mary Blake (Rita Johnson). When he realizes his mistake, he understands he has a vested interest in the continuing health of Fender, who is wanted dead or alive.

This is the comedic crux of the plot, which has the hapless Twinkle trying to salvage his relationship while dealing with the fugitive Fender. There are some good moments, like the scene where he tries to get arrested for speeding.

Johnson and Ayers are a good pair, though Twinkle's cluelessness is a little annoying. Fender is humanized by Nolan's portrayal, not just a ruthless rogue. He pairs well with Virginia Grey, who plays his intellectually superior moll.

At the time of this filming, Ayers was married to Ginger Rogers. And his career was all about multiple portrayals of Dr. Kildare ---quite a different character from Henry Twinkle.

... in a role that seems like it would be a better fit for Red Skelton.

Ayres plays Henry Twinkle, and there is an extended bit at the very beginning of the film that shows that Twinkle does not know how to assert himself as he has to brave a herd of pedestrians as well as cars almost hitting him as he runs down the street. He's in a hurry to get a client to sign a 50K life insurance policy, and he easily seals the deal as the client is in the elevator on his way out of town. Unfortunately, the client is Gus Fender, a mobster, who is about to be arrested on a slew of charges. He is wanted dead or alive for 25000 dollars as far as bounty hunters are concerned, and the other mobsters he is in league with figure he will talk to get a deal, so they want to get to him first and kill him.

But Twinkle knows none of this and runs back to his insurance agency to show the check to the boss and ask for a raise so he can marry the boss' secretary. But then his boss sees the newspapers talking about Fender and is furious that their chances of having to pay off on that policy in the next 24 hours is about 100%.

But Fender is in trouble too, as he has to get enough money to raise bail so he can turn himself in and then skip the country. He has half of the money he needs - 25K. Fender is holed up in the rural jail of a corrupt town the heads of which he has over a barrel for all of their misdeeds.

Eventually Twinkle and Fender meet again and find a way for them to solve each others problems, but of course it is not going to be that easy. Between misunderstandings, freak occurrences in the stock market, and the naivete of Twinkle, nothing goes according to plans.

This one is great fun and deserves to be better remembered. Virginia Bruce is practically unrecognizable as Fender's girlfriend. Nat Pendleton is quite believable as one of Fender's tough guys. And Leon Errol adds to the zaniness of the proceedings as the uncle of Twinkle's fiancée who hasn't had a real job in years (maybe never?) but is always trying new compositions on his oversized xylophone. Extra kudos to Lew Ayres as Twinkle, who is playing a part about 180 degrees out of what he normally plays - the thoughtful serious guy, usually a physician.

I'd recommend this one for the fun of it all.

"I'm tired of doing things I wasn't cut out for," says a weary Lew Ayres at the end of this movie--and one can certainly sympathize. From the first frame Ayres is made to do things no one was cut out for--to act like a simpleton in an exaggerated fashion that is supposed to be funny. His hair is always tousled, and he is always looking sheepishly to one side or at the floor. If the movie had been made a few years later, one would have thought he had been told to imitate Red Skelton.

Hard to believe that S J Perelman was the author of this flat dialogue, which isn't helped by the slow pacing. And Ayres isn't helped by a fiancee played by Rita Johnson, who is as boring as she is common. The far more attractive and charming Virginia Grey is around, as a gangster's girl, but the goody-goody Ayres isn't tempted to change sides.

Remind me not to ride an elevator with Twinkle (Ayers), that is, unless I feel like having a good laugh. The movie's a bouncy slice of screwball, but what else could it be with a lead named Henry Twinkle. Seems his insurance salesman gets a big boost by selling a fat insurance policy to racketeer Fender (Nolan). Trouble is he doesn't know Fender's a bad guy who's probably got a short life expectancy. Thus, Twinkle better keep him breathing otherwise it's a weighty insurance payoff for the company and a demotion for our hero.

Ayers does surprisingly well as the addled Twinkle who fortunately packs a punch in his right hand; certainly not what you'd expect from the dead-serious Dr. Kildare. The first part is pretty funny as Twinkle bumbles his way along the insurance route with sweetie secretary Mary (Johnson). However, the lighter mood eventually gives way to more serious developments and a heavier feeling. Nonetheless, Ayers manages to carry the screwball idea through thick and thin. Credit too, a familiar supporting cast of Nolan, Lawrence, Pendleton, and others who cook up a sprinkling of menace along with a pinch of tongue-in-cheek. The girls, Johnson and Grey manage gamely in what amounts to stereotype roles. At the same time, director Fenton keeps things moving in apt fashion, such that the plot- heavy parts don't pall.

Overall, the flick's a fairly nifty little slice of leading man amusement, courtesy MGM and a pixilated Lew Ayers.