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This film is a fine example, I believe, of the many, many, many mediocre films in which the so-called "bright stars" of the past participated in.

Not unlike today, the VAST majority of Classic Hollywood's film productions were very dull and uninspired affairs; the comedies were often unfunny and the dramas were undramatic. Today, film festivals, universities and cable TV (TCM & AMC) generally display the best of the best from the Golden Years, so today's viewers becomes bias towards imagining that most of Classic Hollywood's films were indeed "classic." That, of course, is far from the truth. "But the Flesh is Weak" is a fine case in point.

It is a slightly enjoyable bit of fluff. Montgomery is well cast, but has little to do and a weak script with which to do it. C. Aubrey Smith is, well, C. Aubrey Smith--good as ever, but no surprises. Nora Gregor tries hard but falls flat. I tried to like her character, but in the end I couldn't see why most men would pant after this girl. Strangely, Heather Thatcher has a much stronger and interesting character, and she nails her "Lady Joan" nicely. When Thatcher was on the screen, I enjoyed the film much more. At times, Thatcher and Ann Harding could be confused as sisters.

So, sit back for a scant 77 minutes (they could've knocked 10 minutes off the running time), and see what a mediocre film from the pre-Code era with a big star was like. Today we pay hundreds of millions of dollars for so much mediocre nonsense on our movie screens, so why not check out this minor film from 1932.

Again, it isn't bad, but it will not receive many accolades.

Here's a pre-code romantic comedy that today seems extremely politically incorrect in its depiction of male/female relations. It's derived from a play by famous U.K. matinée idol Ivor Novello, and he contributed both the screenplay and "continuity" to the film. I would think that female audiences today will find certain scenes and undercurrents offensive in their depiction of the male as the dominate force in a relationship. Anyone today viewing But the Flesh Is Weak would wonder as to the mentality of Novello, and his views on the female gender. I would think that his "hit-her-over-the-head-and-drag-her-away" clichés should had become outmoded even in the 1930's.

Anyway, Novello did rise to the occasion of providing an interesting entertainment, penning some nice dialog and creating some amusing characters. Film centers on young Robert Montgomery and his dad, C. Aubrey Smith, who are two sophisticated men-about-town in London. They are both seeking some rich noblewoman to provide their next supper, and they make the rounds by blending in with upper class society. After charming one difficult and eccentric lady play by Heather Thatcher, Montgomery's character quickly falls in "love at first sight" with a widowed socialite he meets the same evening at Thatcher's house party. Complications ensue, not aided by a catastrophic gambling debt run up by so-called "Senior," C. Aubrey Smith.

I have very high regard for Robert Montgomery, in his ability to be so affable, charming and easygoing. He's one of the great screen actors, and I never miss an opportunity to see one of his films. Just because he's so easygoing and charming usually is what makes him so effective when he become volatile, or even angry. He has a nice showcase here, even if the script seems now very sexist, almost worthy of disregard in that aspect of the plotting, since Novello's writing has Montgomery really and actually forcing himself on the leading lady. He not only refuses to take "no" as an answer, he even slaps her and kicks her out of a moving vehicle! Mongomery's work here shouldn't be dismissed though, and both him and great character actor C. Aubrey Smith make the movie enjoyable. There's a scene early on with them in a small bathroom that's a two-shot containing both actors. Smith goes through some elaborate business in clipping his mustache, but it's all for naught, since right next to him is Robert Montgomery stripping out of his clothes to take a bath. Poor C. Aubrey would have to have been well aware that all eyes would be on Montgomery.

One weak element in the movie is leading lady Nora Gregor, a heavily-accented European import who appears to be out of her depth here. She isn't very pretty or charming enough to cause Montgomery to fall instantly head-over-heels in love with her, and she accomplishes very little to make her character memorable.

Much better is the support from Heather Thatcher, as a monocle-wearing socialite with some eccentric habits, a good heart and designs on Robert Montgomery. She's offbeat and very likable, with her scenes being such highlights in the movie, that it's disappointing the offhand way the film dismisses her character. Nice comic relief comes supplied by wonderful Edward Everett Horton as a rival suitor of Nora Gregor and there's also silent film star Nils Asther who's perfect as a decadent and lascivious European prince.

Pre-code fans will surely get a kick out of But the "Flesh Is Weak." *** out of *****

I'm a big fan of Robert Montgomery, whom I think paired best with Norma Shearer. In his early dashing leading man roles, he's like a princely powder puff, smelling of lavender. In this movie, "But the Flesh Is Weak," he's a sticking rose. Like a bee after honey, he pesters Nora Gregor in frame after frame. The movie became too sickly sweet for me midway, and I was wishing for more scenes with Montgomery and Sir C. Aubrey Smith, who plays his gambling father, surprisingly far more dashing than Montgomery in this film. My guess is that another viewing might be more pleasant. Nora Gregor and Heather Thatcher deliver solid performances and are dressed beautifully. Nils Asther plays an even bigger powder puff in this movie, but he's a delight.

This features all the contemptible cliches that can mar a romantic comedy: 1) Love at first sight. At the mere sight of a pretty girl, the hero drops the more interesting one he has and immediately proposes marriage. 2) Unwanted attentions. William Haines could learn some tricks from this character, whose boorish insistence on forcing himself on the gal, even in her bedroom, brings her to hysterical tears. 3) Double standard. Both of them are offering themselves to the opposite sex for money, but, though she seems forced to it ("remember, it's harder for a woman") and he seems to freely choose it, she gets his wrath when she decides to marry Horton (before she's even acknowledged Montgomery as a possible romantic partner), and then she somehow gets his wrath again when HE decides to marry someone else for money (AFTER he spent the night with her and promised to marry her). 4) Battling lovers make a good marriage. Though they've known each other for only a few days, one or both has been mad at the other the whole time. Why should they be any happier later?

All that said, this still has its worthwhile moments. C. Aubrey Smith shines in a significant role as "Senior," Montgomery's dad. The father-and-son scenes are excellent. Asther makes a terrific gigolo, and Kerr plays his classic, amiable dodderer, though not quite at top form. Thatcher is fine as the girl who's not in the running, and the scene between her and Montgomery when he tells her how things are is excellently written and played. As to Nora Gregor, her English is not good, and, intentionally or not, her playing emphasizes the negative aspects of the odious cliches. It remained for Renoir to get a measured performance from her in RULES OF THE GAME.

I saw in this film a very touching familial relationship, between a father and his son. The son nearly sacrificed himself to save his father. So many commenters have absorbed the feminist view that abhors an aggressive male pursuing a female. Granted there are limits to how aggressive a man can be before he's reported to police for stalking. However, I think in this movie, the aggression was comically exaggerated and not meant to be taken seriously. It's just a movie (from 1932!) and the characters don't always need to be role models of correct behavior.

The typical argument to marry for money or love, with now the male gold digger. Fun movie. Robert Montgomery did a good job with less than stellar script but still enjoyable.

C. Aubrey Smith and Robert Montgomery star in But The Flesh Is Weak which is a screen adaption of one of Ivor Novello's plays The Truth Game which was one of his minor works. Major enough however to get a respectable run of 107 performances in 1931 during the middle of the Depression. Probably because the author himself starred on Broadway during the run.

Ivor Novello was as Noel Coward, a one man creative force. Wrote, composed, acted in many of his own works. It might have really been worthwhile to see him in this, but Hollywood being what it is demanded a movie box office name. So Robert Montgomery as he did with Noel Coward's Private Lives filled the bill for MGM again.

No music in this one, Smith and Montgomery are not a pair of the most heroic of people, they're a father and son pair of con artists who prey on wealthy women of different generations. As it inevitably does, true love enters the picture, but some overwhelming financial considerations may have to take precedence.

C. Aubrey Smith cast against type, usually he's one of the most righteous of individuals on screen gets the acting honors here. At all costs he has to keep up appearances. The highlight is him making one too many passes at the gaming tables. If you remember in the Frank Capra film A Hole In The Head, Frank Sinatra gets caught in the same trap trying to impress Keenan Wynn at the dog track. It worked out in different fashion for both men.

It takes a considerable amount of charm to make these characters likable and Montgomery had that even in his worst films. I doubt we'll see a remake in these times of But The Flesh Is Weak. It's an interesting between the World Wars period piece though.

Robert Montgomery is a handsome man who lives off the gifts of women. It's a family trade, or perhaps profession. His father, C. Aubrey Smith, is in the same line of business since the death of Montgomery's mother. Now Montgomery has fallen in love with Nora Gregor who doesn't have money. He's ready to give up his way of life and go to work. But then Smith has a run of bad luck at the gambling tables, and has written a rubber check for an enormous sum to cover the money. Montgomery takes the only way out: he proposes to wealthy Heather Thatcher.

Based on an Ivor Novello play, this MGM pre-code is at times very witty, but the air of insincerity that runs through almost every line grows wearisome towards the end of it. Still, it's a pleasure to see Smith in almost anything, and there are also players like Edward Everett Horton and Frederick Kerr to amuse the undemanding audience.

A 1930s movie with Robert Montgomery and C. Aubrey Smith - how cool is that? Not very, as it turns out. Smith and Montgomery are father and son scoundrels who live off wealthy women. At first they are somewhat charming and their close relationship is nice to see. Although the Smith character (nicknamed "Senior" by his son) does maintain a modicum of this charm to the movie's end, the Montgomery character, Max, does not. That he soon into the movie shows his arrogance and obvious disdain for women is not particularly surprising but his downright meanness and callousness is. He sexually harasses and stalks Rosine Brown (and the script makes it clear that she loves it!). At the end of the film she says something like "I didn't know you loved me until you hit me." Maybe I misheard this line as by then I had lost interest in this movie but I don't think I did. The only interesting and positive character in the film was that played by Heather Thatcher, Lady Joan Culver. She, of course, is used and completely humiliated by Max. What makes this a truly horrid movie is that those watching it in the 1930s evidently thought it was an amusing romantic comedy.

A couple of penniless gentlemen - father & son - would probably prefer not to have to live off the money of wealthy women -BUT THE FLESH IS WEAK...

Full of rather sophisticated, pre-Code dialogue, this sadly obscure film of romantic misadventures among the British upper crust should come as an enjoyable surprise to viewers looking for witty words & fine performances.

Robert Montgomery fits in perfectly with the tenor of this production. Dapper & handsome, with just the faintest tinge of scurrility about his demeanor, he fills the part quite nicely, while making it easy for the viewer to comprehend the type of mindset this sort of charming charlatan needs to survive socially.

Two excellent actresses play the women in Montgomery's life; both, unfortunately, are seldom remembered or recalled in Hollywood's histories. English Heather Thatcher is very touching as the lonely, monocled daughter of a duke; her unrequited adoration of Montgomery is quite palpable. Austro-Hungarian Nora Gregor is beautiful & slightly mysterious as the Viennese widow who captures Montgomery's gigolo heart; her confused hesitation in surrendering to his blandishments is both very human & utterly delightful.

Wizened Edward Everett Horton scores as a perplexed, suspicious lord who desperately wants Miss Gregor's love. Wonderful old Sir C. Aubrey Smith is nothing less than terrific as Montgomery's elderly roué of a father, constantly on the lookout for another rich widow to buy him supper. Smith was one of Hollywood's most distinguished actors - and his talent was never more on display than in the sequence here where his character discovers the awful consequences to personal honour of incurring an unpayable gambling debt.

Silent screen matinee idol Nils Asther enlivens the last few minutes of the film, playing a rakish prince. Eva Moore & Frederick Kerr are very humorous as elderly aristocrats. Movie mavens will recognize an unbilled Ray Milland as a young man at Miss Thatcher's party.

This film has an impressive pedigree, based, as it is, on The Truth Game, a popular London stage play by Welshman Ivor Novello (1893-1951). One of the United Kingdom's biggest celebrities, Novello was a phenomenally successful stage & screen actor, composer & playwright. Brought to California by MGM in the very early 1930's, he spent a good deal of time waiting for the Studio to find a suitable American film project for him. Novello eventually wrote the continuity & dialog for -BUT THE FLESH IS WEAK, which would be one of the few substantial outcomes of his brief Hollywood sojourn.

I love Robert Montgomery movies and pre-code. But this entry is lacking in too many ways. It is tiresome to the point of Robert Montgomery (who tries to be funny and fails) comes off as a nuisance at the best and a stalker at the worst. The movie moves very slowly and there is nothing likable about any of the characters. Just because is an old movie does not make it a 'classic'.

This film has several story elements that simply wouldn't fly today....plus the two male leads are unlikable pond scum. These would make this film a hard sell for most of today's audiences. First the story elements that are now taboo. Robert Montgomery plays a man who falls for a woman instantly and because he KNOWS he must marry her, he pursues her in a manner that clearly would have him arrested for sexual harassment, stalking and possibly rape if he continued in such a fashion! This was all meant to be cute but comes off as creepy today--and it's interesting to see what people thought was okay back in 1932. To make things worse, late in the film, Montgomery slaps his woman caveman style! I am sure N.O.W. would have a few things to say about this. Second, Montgomery and his father (an oddly miscast C. Aubrey Smith) are both leeches who live off rich society women--sort of like man-hos. This is hardly endearing, though once again the writers didn't seem to get this! Talk about creating a hole from which your characters have to extricate themselves!!! Well, somehow, the film is pleasant enough that if you can ignore the huge problems with the characters, it is still a decent time-passer. The writing AT TIMES is decent (particularly the non-stalker dialog) and the film has a few clever moments...though Edward Everett Horton is a bit wasted in the film. It's a glossy MGM production...with multiple problems.

Talk about a great build up, then only to be totally let down. I so anticipated seeing this movie when it aired on Turner Classic Movies. It sounded interesting, and had all the hints of what one would think would be a really good naughty pre-code feature. Not so. It is one of the most boring films I've ever seen. The movie goes absolutely nowhere, and the only really worthwhile scenes are the ones between father and son gigolo team Montgomery and C. Aubrey Smith. Don't go out of your way to see this, it's a huge let down, at least in the eyes of this writer. Though I did watch it with a very respected classic film scholar, and his thoughts were exactly the same as mine, BORING!

Like Father, like son. the awesome, stately Aubrey Smith is Florian Clement, while dashing Robert Montgomery is Max; they have much in common, including their taste in rich, generous women. and the amazing Edward Horton is in here as Sir George. Max's dad wants him to fall for Lady Joan, but Max's heart wants him to fall for the widow Brown. of course, he'll have to get Sir George out of the way first. Fun, snappy. moves right along. Nora Gregor and Heather Thatcher do a fine job, acting exactly as they are supposed to in this love quadralateral. Who will end up with whom? the ending gets a little rough, but it was just the times. Directed by Jack Conway. according to wikipedia dot org and IMDB dot com, he acted in some of the earliest films ever made, and directed some of the earliest films ever made. although there are discrepencies between the two sources. This film is based on a play by Brit Ivor Novello, apparently a prolific songwriter, playwrite, director, actor. his songs have been used by "Monty Python" and "Are you Being Served" check out his profile photo on imdb; it's a still from Hitchcock's The Lodger.

Father son gigolo team Flavian (C. Aubrey Smith) and Max Clement (Robert Montgomery) wile their days away coming up with schemes to be wined, dined and supported by upper crust wealthy victims. Max however is swept off his feet by widower Rosine Brown (Nora Gregor) who he begins to relentlessly pursue in competition with other paramours. Finally getting her to capitulate he is suddenly forced to back out and marry someone else in order to save his dear old dad from jail.

There's a charming bounder like quality to both father and son in the presence of the suave Montgomery and the distinguished rascality of C. Aubrey Smith. There is an ease of rapport and affection between the two that makes Max's sacrifice a little less far fetched than it is and C. Aubrey's curmudgeonly Flavian with a twinkle or two left in his eye is impossible to dislike. Both also look like they were born to wear tuxedos and live from soirée to soirée. But there is an undertone of male chauvinism in The Flesh is Weak typified by the adolescent outbursts of Max chiding Rosine that leaves a bad taste. Rosine is treated like a child for being more of an adult than her accuser with the script enabling Max's petulant child and Nora Gregor's lack of confident English devaluing Rosine.

Heather Thatcher as a monocle wearing bohemian of title and money is the film's most interesting character remaining observantly aloof and on the periphery throughout giving bratty dead beat Max all the room he needs to have his self righteous tirades. For the sake of the film he should have been sent to his room.