A ridiculous farce starring Cooper as a spoiled millionaire who is so fond of
married life that he's had seven wives, all of whom he coaxed into wedlock by his bank
account. (This was patently a takeoff on the infamous Tommy Manville, heir to the
Johns-Manville fortune, who married his way into the headlines.) Visiting a Riviera shop,
he meets Colbert and she rebuffs him. Daughter of impoverished but noble French parents,
she is properly spunky, and her lack of interest only makes him more aggressive. Under a
harangue by her father (Horton), she accepts Coop's proposal and makes it clear that it's
only for the money, nothing else. She attempts to change him on their honeymoon--and wins
but loses: he gives her a divorce but she's come to love him. She begins to chase him all
over France and he hides in a sanitarium. She buys the place and has him put in a
straitjacket so he must listen to her. Cooper never seemed at home in the role. Wilders
and Brackett's screenplay has some laughs, and Lubitsch knows how to get the most out of
the least, but this movie was a mistake to make in the first place. Some good bit parts
with Franklin Pangborn in his usual role as a hotel executive, Ellen Drew as a secretary,
and Leon Ames as the former chauffeur. In a tiny bit is Joyce Matthews, who married
several times in real life. She was wed to Milton Berle twice and Billy Rose twice.
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