Snowed Under

At only 63 minutes long, "Snowed Under" is plenty long for its subject--a comedy about a playwright who holes up in a Connecticut cabin to finish a play, but is continuously interrupted by interlopers. I thought this film felt like a converted stage play, but it is not. Regardless, I think "cute" best describes this story about rekindled love amidst mayhem.

Alan Tanner (George Brent) is the playwright who seeks a third act. His first wife, Alice (Genevieve Tobin), is recruited by his producer to get the creative juices flowing in Alan. The second wife shows up seeking alimony, accompanied by a sheriff's deputy and an attorney. To further complicate things, a young woman with a crush on Alan injects herself into the proceedings.

While everyone is snowbound for a night, Alan and Alice try to write the third act that triggered this tale.

I can't say this is a great story or a hilariously funny piece, but I really enjoyed it. There are too many flaws to consider "Snowed Under" a classic comedy, but it tickles the funny bone. After a while, it feels like doors are slammed just for the sake of slamming them. But there are some good lines (e.g. "Now I hate to interrupt baby's first steps.") And the characters are likable. This comedy does not take itself too seriously and the lightheartedness is infectious. It would be fun to see what Clark Gable could have done with the Alan Tanner part.

Modest Warners comedy, a little over an hour and filmed essentially on one set, has playwright George Brent holed up in his Connecticut retreat struggling to come up with a third act, where he's visited by the first wife he still loves (Genevieve Tobin, who's charming and elegant), the second wife who wants her alimony (Glenda Farrell, who's a little too shrill and boisterous), and the kid who wants to be No. 3 (Patricia Ellis). Frank McHugh also shows up to arrest him, and a housekeeper who ought to be Clara Blandick but isn't helps out. It's so one-set that it seems to be derived from a stage farce, but isn't, and implausibilities pile up--if it's such a snowstorm, why are the roads so clear? How does Brent get over to the housekeeper's house? Why is everybody suddenly fainting? Gags, such as McHugh getting covered in snow, get overworked, and Ray Enright, never the most dynamic Warners director, doesn't make much of the slender material. But it's nicely shot, with particularly lovely snowbound exteriors, and the cast looks like it's having fun.

Snowed Under (1936)

*** (out of 4)

Surprisingly entertaining comedy about a writer (George Brent) who flees to a cabin in Conneticut to try and finish up a play that is due in a week. The show's producer gets worried so he sends the writer's first wife (Genevieve Tobin) to try and help him and before long his second wife (Glenda Farrell) shows up demanding that he be thrown in jail over back alimony. SNOWED UNDER is a pretty far-fetched little comedy but the terrific cast and its fast-pace makes it a real winner and it's really too bad that the film isn't better known because it's a pretty good little gem. I think the strongest thing the film has going in its favor is the terrific cast with Brent, Tobin and Farrell leading the way with their top-notch performances. You've also got Patricia Ellis playing a young woman also in love with the writer, Frank McHugh as a deputy sent to arrest him and John Eldredge and Helen Lowell are also good in their supporting bits. The entire cast works so well together and the dialogue they're having to spill is flying out a mile a minute. The dialogue is delivered in an extremely fast way and the entire cast does well to really push it and make it funny. Some of the best moments deal with the three women constantly fighting amongst each other trying to see why one wants to be with the writer or why they were ever with him. The sequence where the writer decides he wants to go to jail instead of staying in the house was pretty good. The location, a small house in the woods, is the perfect setting and you really do feel as if you're in this place with all these characters as things start to go crazy. Fans of the 30s comedies should really enjoy this and it certainly deserves to be better known.

A frustrated Broadway playwright finds himself SNOWED UNDER in a Connecticut country house with both of his ex-wives, the flirtatious girl next door, a deputy sheriff and a lawyer.

This delightful little comedy is an excellent example of the fluff films that Warner Bros. was so adept at producing during Hollywood's Golden Age. Boasting fine production values, a literate script & some genuinely funny performances, it is a shame that the film is so obscure today.

George Brent & Genevieve Tobin have charm to spare as the protagonists whose divorce seems in danger of floundering; sophisticated & witty, they are a very entertaining duo. Glenda Farrell is hilarious as the boozy floozy after Brent for unpaid alimony - this brassy blonde could always be counted on for some mischievous merriment.

Pixilated Frank McHugh is the milkman turned most unlikely deputy. John Eldredge plays the gentle young lawyer; Patricia Ellis is not gentle at all as the pushy prom princess from next door. Apoplectic producer Porter Hall & sassy housekeeper Helen Lowell add to the amusement.

Movie mavens should recognize Mary Treen as a secretary & Olin Howlin as the sheriff, both uncredited.

Porter Hall wants George Brent to write the third act for his play due to open next week. Brent is at his cabin. Hall sends Genevieve Tobin, Brent's first wife, to crack the whip. Second wife Glenda Farrell shows up with deputy Frank McHugh and her lawyer demanding alimony. Patricia Ellis is already in residence, trying to make herself the third wife.

My first reaction was this was an expertly open-up play, but it was written for the screen. It's certainly cast well; Brent, Warner's choice for a leading man who wouldn't distract the audience from the leading lady, is fine as the hectored yet stolid playwright, and the ladies are nicely differentiated, particularly the speed at which they deliver their lines. Miss Tobin is ladylike, Miss Ellis is twittery, and Miss Farrell continues her reign as Warners' resident motormouth. McHugh sometimes sounds like he's attempting a Down East accent. It's perfectly composed, you know how it's going to turn out, and it's a pleasant series of bumps getting there.