The Keyhole

Henry Kolker suspects his young wife, Kay Francis, of having a lover. She is taking ship to Havana. So Kolker hires PI George Brent to shadow her and get the goods on her. What neither of them suspect at this stage is that the real issue is that Kay Francis is still married to her first husband, slimy Monroe Owlsley. Her plan is to get a divorce in Havana. She doesn't expect Owlsley to follow her to put on pressure, nor to fall in love with Brent, and he with her. That's just the inscrutable workings of fate and the Warner Brother script department.

It was originally planned as another team-up between William Powell and Miss Francis. I expect it would have worked better that way. Nonetheless, Brent acquits himself well. So does Allen Jenkins as his assistant. He falls for b-girl and kickback artist Glenda Farrell in a nice little comic subplot. Still, the focus is on the leads, with Miss Francis sporting her usual variety of Orry-Kelly gowns and portrait photography by Barney McGill.

Kay Francis plays a woman being blackmailed by a former partner (Monroe Owsley). She discovers that he never got the divorce he promised and her new marriage is illegal. Hatching a scheme with her sister-in-law (Helen Ware), she flees to Havana, hoping the cad will follow. He does but so does the detective (George Brent) her husband hires to spy on her. Wild storyline becomes more believable as the film goes on because of the chemistry between Francis and Brent. Good support from Glenda Farrell, Allen Jenkins, and Clarence Wilson. This ranks as one of Kay Francis' best women's pictures of the early 30s--with One Way Passage and Confession.

I've been watching Kay Francis for decades and this is one classy lady. Her career can best be compared to Greta Garbo, as they both experienced enormous success in the 1930s and a decade later left Hollywood, retired, never to be seen again. Fortunately, their films are still with us.

THE KEYHOLE is pure escapism. And let's face it, this would not be a Kay Francis movie without a dynamic wardrobe to match. Bottom line, whether you're going to dinner or going to jail, you must be dressed to impress. This is IT. Also, a few years before his pairing with Bette Davis, earnest George Brent was Francis' leading man, and in fine form here playing a detective, who --quite naturally -- falls for this beautiful lady in distress.

Kind of a corny plot, but it all comes smoothly together, because it's a Kay Francis movie. Best of the best at Warner Brothers are the supporting players. Who else but wise-cracking Glenda Farrell and Allen Jenkins are added to the cast to work their magic, and they do.

Michael Curtez directed, but considering the talent, the wisest thing he probably did was not get in their way and just let it flow. A real treat to watch from beginning to end. These 30s movies truly are like old friends who never wear out their welcome.

10 Stars.

Always on remastered WB dvd. Thank you so much to TCM for running this gem.

Kay Francis is being blackmailed by her first husband, Monroe Owsley, who seems straight out of an early silent movie, his villainy and makeup are so overdone. He does everything but twirl his mustache.

Unfortunately he never got divorced from Francis, who unknowingly married rich old Henry Kolker. Owsley is blackmailing her - she decides to go to Cuba, where apparently he will stranded on foreign soil. Francis poses as a single woman to avoid publicity.

Meanwhile, suspicious husband Kolker hires handsome detective/gigolo George Brent. There's a funny scene where we first meet Brent having set a governor's wife in a compromising position with him. Hearing there's a police raid, all of the men pour out of the rooms. When the elevator operator asks, "First floor, Mr. Smith?" all of the men go "Yes!" Brent's behavior is kind of uncomfortable. He stalks and pesters Francis throughout the ocean voyage and in Cuba, attempting to seduce her. She does her best to fend him off without telling him that she's married. But he refuses to take no for an answer. Francis even takes a room on another floor to avoid him but he founds out her room number and shows up. So does Owsley. So does Kolker, who is finally suspicious enough of Brent to fly there.

I'll leave it at that. Everything ties up nicely, even though Francis seems oddly unbothered that Brent was paid to seduce her. Brent is too boyish - I kept thinking how much better William Powell would have been. Allen Jenkins and Glenda Farrell lend comic support.

Her gowns are spectacular, a big part of why the film is enjoyable. There's a costume change in every scene!

THE KEYHOLE has a clear plot hook, strong characters (you love 'em or hate 'em), non-static cinematography and colorful details that keep you entertained from the first frame. A number of Kay Francis movies had a similar plot structure: wealthy, beautiful, fashionable, sophisticated woman with man problems, usually triangular, but in this case quadrangular. Michael Curtiz keeps this one moving at a fast clip. In this particular plot, Francis's nasty ex-husband (Monroe Owsley) is blackmailing her while her jealous, aging current husband (Walter Kolker) hires a dapper private eye (George Brent) to follow her to make sure she's not seeing another man and of course Brent and Francis fall in love. Allen Jenkins (as Brent's dopey sidekick) and Glenda Farrell (as a crooked golddigger) are on hand as comic counterpoint to the lead players. Francis is charming as usual, exhibiting her trademark "look" - the raven hair swept back to show off her natural widow's peak, the unique eyebrow penciling that curves around her melancholy eyes, and the statuesque grace; and of course her character goes through about 15 costume changes in the 69-minutes of running time (a different drop-dead outfit for every segment of the day). The public inevitably tired of her, which is why she is forgotten today; she was more interested in her salary than in the quality of her roles, as she freely admitted. But when she was in her prime, wow, what a prime. Moving with feline grace in backless satin gowns, she is phantasmal and ravishing, yet still earthy, accessible and even vulnerable. You can't look away. So what if she couldn't pronounce her r's?