Within fifteen minutes Barbara Stanwyck has disrobed twice and jumped into bed with Joan Blondell, signaling the start of our cultural fascination with naughty nurses. There's also a bootlegger with a heart of gold, Clark Gable poured into a chauffeur's uniform as a scummy villain, and a bizarre conflict that feels out of left field (if left field is where people discard their old V.C. Andrews paperbacks). The cherry on top is a mostly off-screen resolution that includes some wacky slapstick comedy cross cut with the revelation of a vengeful homicide. Ah, the pre-code era!
