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It took a long time, but I think I finally found the worst movie Jeanette MacDonald ever made. And to think William Fox actually got her services on loan from Paramount for Oh, For A Man.

What's fascinating here is that there are elements from some really classic films that were later used far better. Jeanette is a bored opera diva who wakes up to find Reginald Denny robbing her home. Just like Greta Garbo in Grand Hotel finding John Barrymore doing the same. And of course they take to each other, especially Jeanette to Denny because he's going to provide something that she hasn't been getting regular in her life.

She even hears him sing a note or two and she finds talent there, I assure you that you won't. Just like Orson Welles finding that operatic talent in Dorothy Comingore in Citizen Kane. In the end though she just settles for sex from Denny.

Naturally though Denny is bored with his life. I can't go any further because that would spoil an unbelievable ending. Both Jeanette and Denny overact outrageously, I'm not sure anyone was directing them. You'll also find Alison Skipworth as her maid and confidante. There's one scene where Denny asks Alison Skipworth if she could imagine herself with Denny. There's a thought to turn over in your mind. Bela Lugosi also has a small role as a music impresario.

Jeanette sings two songs, an aria from Tristan And Isolde and a forgettable ballad, I'm Just Nuts About You. I can't believe she did such classic work at her studio of Paramount and later MGM and such total garbage when being loaned out.

Jeanette MacDonald opens the film with the finale from Tristan And Isolde. Thankfully, she has been well recorded [early Fox films were rife with spoiled sound in spite of the fact Fox held the sound-on-film patents]. Charles Clark's cinematography weaves complex shadows into the foreground and background, his camera freed from the "meat locker" booth. The performance ends and backstage dialog begins. MacDonald is the snippy diva, she performs confidently and speaks clearly. Hey! there's Bela Lugosi could this get any better? Sadly, no,

The proceedings quickly fall apart, first with a miscast William Davidson as Kerry Stokes. This actor can be convincing as a police detective, grilling a suspect into a confession. But when he uses the same delivery, trying to romance Jeanette "what I ought to do is crush you in my arms and smother you with kisses"! I almost fell off my chair with laughter. That is some clunky dialog. But the saddest thing is that it was set up by a gorgeous close-up of Jeanette. It gets worse.

The plot thickens (congeals) with a burglar in the personage of Reginald Denny. He breaks into Jeanette's bedchamber to rob her jewels. When she protests his chloroform because she's an opera singer, he recognizes the diva, compliments her performance that evening, and speaks in the most ridiculous Irish accent you have ever heard. [That settles it, I'll sit on the floor so I won't fall again]. The writing reminded me of what I used to type when I was 10. Jeanette then decides to make this thief her protege! OK!

The writers are Phillip Klein and Lynn Stalling. Now Lynn would go onto earn credits for Bob Hope's THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES and CAT AND THE CANARY. Can't blame her, hmmm, Phillip Klein went on to write CHANDU THE MAGICIAN and a couple Charlie Chan films, aha! Mr. Klein's career climaxed with DANTE'S INFERNO, let's blame him. Anyhow, I'm obviously trying to be mean because there is so much good work in the film I was compelled to sit through Denny's insufferable performance and more horrible writing. I can only recommend this film for MacDonald and Lugosi fans on a completory quest.

This is a very poor early talkie, both in subject matter and in technical non-achievement. The sound is atrocious - sound sections are recorded at a low level and silent sections are extremely noisy with white noise- and there are damaged sections - Denny's audition aria and subsequent dialogue are drowned out. The surviving print, which must be a 16 mm one, is dark, blurry and washed out. One entire reel is missing from the surviving print, which runs 72 minutes.

The plot is stupid and full of sexual innuendos. MacDonald will give up her opera career to marry a low life Irish thief. It's all sex here - opera star and man toy (inspiration for Pal Joey?). Alison Skipworth is fine as MacDonald's private assistant and Bela Lugosi plays the part of her manager well.

The only reason to see this is for MacDonald - who has one number- the Liebestod from TRISTAN UND ISOLDE. She is vivacious, charming and full of diva personality. She does so well, it's a pity the film does not support her.

The DVD I saw was taken from an old VHS print with horizontal blip lines - very dark and fuzzy. For those who must have this for their MacDonald collection - it's available from Loving The Classics.

1930's "Oh, For a Man!" is, for an early talkie musical, such an atrocity that only fans of Jeanette MacDonald, Marjorie White, or naturally Bela Lugosi may find solace in it. The slapdash plot centers on opera singer Carlotta Manson (Jeanette), tiring of the daily grind, who finds excitement after professional thief Barney McGann (Reginald Denny) enters her boudoir after dark, and actually sings for his supper! (or something like that). Wanting to promote his singing career, Carlotta decides to call upon Senor Frescatti (Bela Lugosi), her opera director/impresario, who can only watch disapprovingly at the painful squawk in his presence. Soon she decides to marry the talentless scamp, but her class of people aren't exactly the same as his. He meets former lover Totsy Franklin (Marjorie White), now married to boxer Pug Morini, alias 'The Walloping Wop' (Warren Hymer), and runs off with them, leaving his wife in despondent tears (the ending isn't any better). As bad as it sounds, not even good for laughs, but Jeanette's beauty is ravishing. Still, once Marjorie White enters, we are introduced to her captivating vivacity, a diminutive blonde dynamo who graced several early talkies, including three more opposite Lugosi, "Women of All Nations," "The Black Camel," and "Broadminded." As for Bela, he's only in it for around five minutes (just two scenes), making his exit at 26 minutes; notable primarily as the last film he completed before starting work on his hard fought role in "Dracula."

The plot to "Oh, For a Man!" is truly nutty...so much so I'm surprised they made it. But this doesn't necessarily mean it's a bad movie...just a truly strange one!

Carlotta (Jeanette MacDonald) is a world famous opera singer who is bored with her life despite her fame and fortune. One night, 'Barney' breaks into her home to rob it. She catches him and strikes up a conversation with the robber. Soon, she gets him to sing and think he MIGHT be good enough to sing professionally..though his voice is rough. After getting him singing lessons, her plans for Barney turn out to be a bust so she then does something even nuttier than making friends with a thief...she asks him to marry her! Not surprisingly, they are so different from each other that the marriage is a bust. What's next? See the film...or not.

Aside from a truly ridiculous plot, the film suffers from MacDonald really overacting at times...especially when Barney leaves her. But despite all this, it's not a horrible film...just not an especially good one. Worth seeing for the strangeness or to catch a glimpse of Bela Lugosi just before he became world famous for playing Dracula for Universal Pictures.