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In the only film that they did together former married couple Henry Fonda and Margaret Sullavan teamed together for Walter Wanger in a nice screwball comedy The Moon's Our Home. Both come from different worlds and both use pseudonyms in their professional lives.

Sullavan is a temperamental movie star not totally unlike the real Sullavan was reputed to be. She was not a fan of the studio system of the day and wasn't shy about letting people know it. Fonda is a novelist who uses a pen name like Samuel Langhorne Clemens did. For this to work you have to believe that Sullavan wasn't much of a reader and Fonda disdained the cinema.

Both however had the habit of using their rather pedestrian real names of John Smith and Sarah Brown when they wanted to just get away. And the two do meet in a New York taxi under those real names and Fonda offers her a chance to go to a nice New Hampshire rural inn he always holidayed at. She takes him up and the romance begins.

It could happen that way. When Joe DiMaggio and Marilyn Monroe were courting it was a fact that Monroe knew he was an ex-ballplayer but had no concept of his legend in his field. We do lead compartmentalized lives and have our set interests.

The former marrieds get some nice support from Spencer Charters and Margaret Hamilton as the inn proprietors, Walter Brennan as a deaf justice of the peace, Charles Butterworth who is the silly playboy ever ready to marry Sullavan and Beulah Bondi and Henrietta Crossman as her aunt and grandmother respectively. Bondi has a classic scene with Butterworth as she gets him away from Sullavan. And Butterworth is always fun delivering those wonderful dead pan lines.

Whatever chemistry the stars had that made them both take the first steps to marriage and to each other, Fonda and Sullavan had enough left to turn out a good typical screwball comedy of the Thirties with The Moon's Our Home.

Cherry (Margaret Sullavan) is a spoilt brat of an actress who is summoned to New York by her grandmother Lucy (Henrietta Crosman) so that Horace (Charles Butterworth) can propose to her once more. However, Cherry is still not interested in Horace. Cherry meets famous author Anthony (Henry Fonda) by chance and neither recognize each other. They fall in love and arrange to stay at a secluded inn together under assumed names. Love is in the air and they get married but they still both don't know of the other's true identity. Can love prevail when the truth is uncovered.....?......I bet you can guess the answer...

This is a film of misunderstandings but there isn't quite enough of a storyline. Henry Fonda has a plump face which is weird, Margaret Sullavan's histrionics are irritatingly childlike at times and Charles Butterworth delivers his lines like a bad actor.

There are a couple of funny moments but not many. The film just managed to keep my interest - it just wasn't very interesting.

The Moons Our Home is one of my favourite super obscure films with only 139 users ratings on IMDB as of writing this review and a proclamation from Bill Murray as one of his favourite films (look up his appearance on the Siskel and Ebert Holiday Gift Guide 1988 in which he mentions he would like a video cassette of the film for Christmas). The Moons Our Home has only recently seen its due on DVD on the Universal Vault Series although when I watched the film I had to access it through a torrent. Not the greatest image quality but as a big fan Margaret Sullavan and a Henry Fonda enthusiast I was overjoyed to get a hold of the film and was not let down in the slightest.

What surprised me about Margaret Sullavan's performance as movie star Cherry Chester (real name Sarah Brown) is how much she reminded me of Jean Harlow, always changing mood within a split second. Sullavan and Harlow are two actresses I didn't think I would ever compare so it's fascinating to see this aspect of her screen persona I didn't even know existed. Right from the beginning of the film Cherry Chester is screaming, throwing tantrums and acting like an all-round pretentious drama queen. There is even a Hepburn-esque quality to her character with her fierce desire to be independent as well as clothing choices of a turtleneck and trousers.

Henry Fonda's role as the explorer Antony Amberton is very much the same as we are introduced to his character escaping from a group of screaming fans which he compares to his daring exploits from the jungles of Africa to the peak of Mount Everest like a male Greta Garbo. Also, notice how all his fans are giddy women, yeah I don't think he's exactly Roald Amundsen. Sullavan and Fonda had previously been married, making their pairing feel more tender and genuine with moments like their histrionics in the snow being as adorable as they are funny. The Moon's Our Home also features innovative use of split screen in which Sullavan and Fonda are given half of the screen to represent different rooms in which they move in parallel and symmetrical tandem.

The other aspect which so effectively carries The Moon's Our Home is all the great character actor moments with the likes of Beulah Bondi, Margaret Hamilton and Walter Brennan as the hard of hearing justice of the peace; a brief but very funny role. However, I think the best of these moments involves Charles Butterworth as Horace, the man who is chosen by Cherry/Sarah's grandmother as her arranged husband. This is despite in his many unsuccessful marriage proposals to different women. Listen to how mundanely and awkwardly he describes how he will "lift her off her feet" while being distracted by a game of solitaire. The Moon's Our Home is full of moments like this which are funny on different levels.

It's already a joy to discover a film I love, even more so when it's a film that almost no one else will watch in a million years. It gives me the sense that it's my movie. I guess this is what hipsters must feel like listening to bands no one else has heard off.

Pleasant enough but fairly run-of-the-mill screwball comedy. The chemistry between Margaret Sullavan and Henry Fonda is fine, and there's some funny moments here and there, but the film just feels lifeless and enervated somehow. Too many far-fetched things happen, and nothing really leads you from one scene to the next. All the elements are there for a classic except for a believable and memorable story. A bit of a slog to get through, but nice to check out just the once.

Wow, was Henry Fonda cute. And when I see him in these old films, you can see that Jane looks just like him.

In "The Moon's Our Home" from 1936, Fonda stars with his ex-wife, Margaret Sullavan, in this delightful comedy. Sullivan is Cherry Chester, a brat of a movie star who is summoned by her grandmother so that she can announce her engagement to someone she doesn't want to marry.

At the same time, a popular author, Anthony Amberton (Fonda) is being chased around town by people - women - wanting him to sign his latest book. Anxious to escape them, he jumps into a carriage transporting Cherry. The two hit it off, but he leaps off of the carriage again when it's safe. All she has to trace him is a card with the address of a place in New Hampshire.

Cherry escapes her family and goes there incognito, using the name Sarah Brown. She finds Anthony there too, incognito using the name Smith. Neither has any idea of the other's true identity.

Meanwhile the newspapers are full of Cherry's disappearance - was it a kidnapping? I found this interesting because I just finished watching "Agatha Christie: Her Life in Pictures" which dealt with the publicity surrounding her 11-day disappearance in 1925.

Cute screwball with engaging performances by both stars. I always prefer Henry Fonda in his earlier films - for me later on he became too internalized.

The supporting cast is great - Margaret Hamilton, Walter Brennan, Henrietta Crosman, and Beulah Bondi.

Very entertaining.