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It feels like every other film made in the early 30s are about a sweet innocent young woman falling in love with the wrong man. This is one of those - it's utterly predictable but nevertheless this is one of the better ones. It stands out from the crowd by virtue of it having a good believable and likeable cast and competent, professional direction from Lloyd Bacon. Unlike a lot of films from 1930, this one is made well and feels and sounds like a proper motion picture, not a weirdly acted stage play. It's not however something which will make you go 'wow' or even something you'll be able to remember a few weeks' time but it's entertaining enough. It does however have a proper time-machine effect on you and once you've started watching it, although you'll know how it's going to end, you'll still be hooked.

Pretty Yorkshire lass, Dorothy Mackaill (yes her from the "over-arty" SAFE IN HELL) is the star and she's so lovely that you will be desperate to find out whether everything works out for her. She engages with you straight away by making her character not just a character in a film but a real living, breathing person. This is a wonderful example of how you can get drawn into the world how it was ninety ago - even though the story itself is a bit bland! Her character, Ann is exactly as you'd expect an ordinary girl to be. She's not a gold digger, she's not loud and sassy she's not a timid wallflower - she's just normal with all the vulnerabilities and insecurities any young woman would have. As the story unfolds we see her fall for her boss - for a change, he's neither a cad, a rotter nor a gangster in fact he's extremely nice.......he is however married and also old enough to be her great- grandfather. It's strange that at the time nobody was too concerned about the massive age gap. Wealthy elderly men with young wives was nothing to be judgemental about then like we would now. The girl got security and the man got a sexy young companion - the definition of love was different then!

The other reason to watch this is because it's Joan Blondell's first film. Portentously the world's introduction to the sexiest woman this world has ever seen is in a bath tub and then in all of her subsequent scenes she's there just in her underwear. She's not however there just for decoration, indeed she looks a bit unkempt, hair is over the place and she's wearing no makeup. She literally looks like she's just got out of bed. It would have been so easy for Lloyd Bacon to have her play the sexy young sister but he does the opposite. He might not have been one of the superstar directors of Hollywood but he knew what he was doing here. Like Dorothy Mackaill, he also makes Joan Blondell comes across as a real person which is of course also down to Joan's really good acting - considering this is her first talking part, she's quite impressive.

A somewhat interesting early talkie, more for the minor cast members than the major ones. Dale Fuller (Maria Macapa in "Greed") has a stand-out bit at the beginning as a lovestruck secretary and Blance Frederici plays an extremely mannish writer (a Gertrude Stein parody?). The best bit, stealing the limelight away from the female lead, is the movie debut of Joan Blondell as the lead's sister, spending the entire movie either getting into or out of lingerie. The lead, Dorothy Mackaill, seems wooden next to her. The direction has some odd gaffes usually associated with earlier talkies (fluffed lines, cameras failing to follow action properly) that speaks of a rushed production.

When Lewis Stone tells his secretary that he is going to Europe on his honeymoon, she collapses. Dorothy MacKaill is tapped to be his new secretary by the knowing but kindly office manager, Hobart Bosworth. It's not long before she's indispensable to Stone, and hopelessly in love with him.

It's a sweet-tempered pre-code movie, with the two leads always behaving properly, yet kindly towards each other. The spice is added by the comments of Blanche Friderici, smoking bad cigars in a man's suit, as an acid commentator on the role of the office wife; Joan Blondell as Miss McKaill's sister, a model who lets the manager pinch her once a year to keep her job, and Natalie Moorhead, as Stone's wife, who's carrying on an affair.

It was a peak year for Miss McKaill, who zoomed to the top as Warner Brothers' pre-code lady, knowing and wise. There's only one lingerie scene in this one, and that's with Miss Blondell. Miss McKail's career would crash and burn with the strict enforcement of the Production Code; she would be in only one movie after 1934. She would retire to Hawaii, and live until 1990, dying at the age of 87.

It's such a wonderful premise, but so incredibly dated, any feminist of today would probably vomit before the running time of The Office Wife was finished. The idea of the film is that any secretary to a powerful businessman can completely control him and become more essential to him than his wife at home. Since it's every woman's goal to bring a rich man to his knees and get him to marry her so she no longer has to work, it's no wonder every secretary in the movie is intent on seducing her boss.

Lewis Stone is the featured dapper businessman who announces to his dowdy secretary at the start of the film that he's getting married. She faints on the spot and resigns, since she's been in love with him for years. A pretty new secretary is hired, Dorothy Mackaill, and she makes it her mission to become Lew's office wife and steal him away from his beautiful, new bride. Dorothy is so calculating and insincere, but it's so much fun to watch her. She moves furniture around the office in the morning so her knees will be in the best light during dictation, memorizes his habits and orders his special lunches, and has her boyfriend pick her up from the office so Lew knows she's in demand.

"I wonder why I didn't think of this before," Lew muses as they sit down to eat together. Dorothy smiles sweetly, and the audience chuckles alongside her, knowing her elaborate plan is about to pay off. The next scene shows them "working" at the poolside. As much of a set-up as the romance is, it's actually really cute to see them falling in love. Lew didn't often get to play romantic leads, and it's really fun to see him smiling, blushing, holding hands, and acting his age-51 at the time.

This is a pre-Code romantic comedy, full of risqué jokes and dialogue that couldn't have been included four years later. You'll find two partially nude scenes, one with Lew's wife, Natalie Moorhead, and one with Joan Blondell in the bathtub; and a lesbian character who wears tuxedos and smokes cigars. In one scene, Natalie asks her husband if he has any strength left-while they're in the bedroom and she's unzipping her dress. I loved this movie, so if you think you can put on your 1930 goggles and enjoy it, give it a chance.

The Office Wife is one of those early talkies that seems to be missing something. This one runs only 59 minutes and was directed by Lloyd Bacon with Michael Curtiz hired to re-shoot some scenes. My guess is that Natalie Moorhead's affair with Brooks Benedict was mostly axed.

Anyway, ambitious secretary Dorothy Mackaill is brought in as a replacement secretary to the boss (Lewis Stone) of a publishing house after his old secretary (Dale Fuller) keels over when he says he's getting married (to Moorhead). The running gag is that a mannish cigar-smoking writer (Blanche Friderici) is writing a book abut how secretaries are really office wives and spend more times with the husband than the real wife does.

Mackaill has a dud of a boyfriend (Walter Merrill) and a peppy sister (Joan Blondell in her first film) and of course falls for old Stone but he seems oblivious. Of course he really is oblivious since Moorhead is openly carrying on with Benedict in her few scenes.

Mackaill is always easy to watch and Moorhead finally gets a scene when she tells Stone she's filing for divorce. He doesn't care. Blondell's next film, Sinner's Holiday, was released before this one was.

This one has the usual pre-Code interest in women's lingerie and legs with Mackaill and Blondell in various poses.