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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.