Review by boblipton

Melvyn Douglas is a painter who wants to paint something important. At a party where he unveils his latest, he's disgusted by its lack of meaning. He goes off driving, only to run into Virginia Bruce, a hardened showgirl, fleeing from a wild party. Sh drives him home and he asks her to model for him. As she does so, and he talks about the philosophy behind the painting, about beauty arising from generous thoughts, they begin to fall in love.

This is the third version of LADIES OF LESIURE. It's well acted by all hands, including Reginald Denny as the rich drunk who makes a play for Miss Bruce, and Pert Kelton as her even more cynical friend. Denuded of its Precode wildness, though, there's little to show of the ugliness of the high life save the indistinct figures in the painting's background. Director Gordon Wiles can dress a beautiful set, but he can't bring anything superior to the movie, which remains a standard Code-Era romantic comedy, entertaining on its own terms, but lacking any depth.