"The modern man-that's Hawks, completely" (Henri Langlois). To Ben Hecht and Charles MacArthur's cynical portrait of tabloid journalism, Howard Hawks added doubly cynical romance, transforming The Front Page's Hildy Johnson into a gal and thus drawing Walter Burns' Machiavellian machinations into the sexual arena. Cary Grant as the cocky newsroom editor and Rosalind Russell as the crime reporter who gets 'em in the classified ads every time are well met in a field where, as Andrew Sarris and Tom Allen write, "a scoop is worth more than a corpse"-and, presumably, a warm body as well.