La donna e la femmina

If you like Kay Francis, this is probably a movie worth checking out. She's silky smooth as a man-eating seductress who has her sights on the husband of a rival. If there's a female equivalent to the "male gaze", she has it, and she's always in full control as she uses men and then casually discards them, including a couple of stable boys early on. It was interesting to see Basil Rathbone before he was a star and Billie Dove towards the end of her career (and in a talkie), but unfortunately the plot is overly melodramatic, and when Francis isn't lighting up the screen, the film is far less interesting.

Although Billie Dove is top-billed above the title and the rest of the cast, I'm with those who think Kay Francis the real reason for watching this nonsense - along with everything else in which she appeared during the first year of her contract with Paramount as a lisping 'other woman' in mannishly short hair and slinky plunging dresses. Aged only about 25 when the film was shot, but already exuding a mature sophistication that far surpassed Theda Bara, Francis makes poor Miss Dove looks positively homely by comparison.

Struggling with an incredible 'Continental' accent that increasingly slips as the film progresses, Basil Rathbone is saddled with the thankless part of a whiny violinist who Ms Francis soon tires of and abandons in the South of France the better to continue her tour of the rest of the opposite sex. Rathbone promptly succumbs to one of those mysterious debilitating illnesses so common in old movies; and the film becomes a real drag without her.

Photographed by Ernest Haller, the killer outfits Francis models and the imaginative sets are the work of Edward Stevenson and Anton Grot (both uncredited) in a surprisingly plush production to bear the name as director of veteran Warner Bros. workhorse Bacon.

It's a credit to silent screen star Billie Dove that she actually manages to keep Kay Francis from walking away with this movie. It's a great role for Kay, as the lecherous Countess Balakireff, with some killer dialogue ("I never noticed you had pale blue eyes before. I hate pale blue eyes").

Dove, as heiress Patricia Hanley, elopes with starving violinist Paul Gherardi (Basil Rathbone), throwing away her family, fortune and fiancé in the process. Gherardi promptly begins an affair with the predatory Balakireff, as well as achieving fame and what is apparently a load of cash. When Balakireff throws over Gherardi, he suffers a nervous breakdown and is tended to by Dr. Alan Pomeroy, (Kenneth Thomson) Mrs. Gherardi's former fiancé.

Rathbone tries hard -- in fact, it's amazing that he remained so trim with the amount of scenery he was chewing. But Dove and Francis steal the movie from him effortlessly. It's the lovely Dove, with her luminous eyes, and the ravishing Francis that raise this film above the typical precode programmer.

Special credit goes to Thomson, who comes off as a complete loser in the opening scenes, only to return in the latter part of the film as a credible potential love interest. Also noteworthy is the gown Francis wears in the Christmas Carol scene, with a neckline that plunges to her waist.

The plot here is thin, but the team of Dove and Francis make it an interesting diversion.

Stilted dialogue, melodramatic performances, and a formulaic story are what make "Notorious Affair" from 1930 bad.

It's bad today; it was the style back then. Plays and movies dealt in melodrama and in the upper classes.

The film stars Kay Francis, Billie Dove, and Basil Rathbone, who is woefully miscast as an Italian violinist named Gherardi, mispronounced in the movie as "Gerardi". It's a hard G, Guhrardi. Francis plays a complete slut who goes to bed with every man she meets; she goes after Gherardi, who is married to Dove. He succumbs.

In one hilarious scene, he tells her he's going home. She shuts the curtains to her boudoir, and he stands there, face full of desire, closes his eyes, and sighs.

Both Francis and Dove are stunning and beautifully dressed. Francis has a presence and sophistication. Dove is luminescently beautiful, with huge, expressive eyes and an oval face. It's such a shame nearly every one of her films is lost. She retired very early from films but lived until age 94.

Rathbone, with his outrageously bad accent and overly made up face, is wooden and too big for the screen, having come from the theater. Screen acting with speaking was very new.

The gowns are gorgeous.

This film is a great example of the old acting style and type of film made pre-code. Most of all, it's a chance to see the gorgeous Billie Dove.

I'm not sure what this movie is trying to tell us, but after watching it twice I decided that is not important. It is all of the little things that make this a rewarding yet campy experience, most likely for the film history buff. The movie is about a young heiress, Patricia Hanley (Billie Dove), whose engagement is announced without her even being present. Did Dad and dear fiancé just talk this over and assume the bride's opinion is of no matter? Meanwhile Patricia is in love with an Italian starving artist who is working hard to make it as a concert violinist (Basil Rathbone as Paul Gherardi) and marries him, perhaps believing that it is easier to seek forgiveness than permission from dear old snobby dad - she'd be wrong. When she interrupts her own engagement party to say she has married a poor Italian musician, dad ejects her from the family, and "her set" - the idle rich - turn their back on her.

Up to this point there is a parallel story, that of Countess Olga Balakireff (Kay Francis), who fortunately, unlike poor Basil Rathbone, does not even feign an accent to any real extent. She is actually introduced in the opening scene as pretty much an idler who spends her time either on horseback or picking her latest liaison from among the servant class. I think the point here is to say that Patricia choosing marriage with somebody she loves is not accepted by her wealthy friends and family, but Olga treating her manservants like her property and using them for sex is not only accepted but somewhat admired, given the conversation and gossip in the opening scene.

Paul will never get anywhere on the concert scene unless he can find a "patron", and wouldn't you know that Olga just happens to be a patron of the arts who is attracted to the exotic Paul. How will this all work out? Watch and find out.

Why is this great for film buffs? First of all, because what is absolutely hilarious today could not have been known in 1930 - that Basil Rathbone would become the face of Sherlock Holmes in the movies in the late 30's and 40's and would play both villains and heroes in other films, but always classy, erudite, and somewhat British. Today Rathbone's shrill performance with a bad accent is the equivalent of watching Kelsey Grammar of Frasier fame play The Hulk in a Marvel Comics film production.

Then there is poor Billie Dove. Like so many of the silent stars, her looks said it all in the silents, but here it is the dawn of sound and she is expected to project with words not just gazes and she just is not up to the task. She isn't terrible, she is just completely mediocre and no competition for what is to come - the first generation of talking film actresses - Blondell, Stanwyck, Davis, and company.

Finally there is the "mystery illness" that was just accepted in early films as a legitimate plot device. Someone becomes paralyzed by a nervous breakdown and an operation is necessary? I'm an engineer by trade and even I know this is medical hooey.

So watch it for the film history of it all, and finally watch it for Kay Francis, who is marvelous and seductive in this her only second year in films. Recommended mainly for the film history buff.