Fred MacMurray and John Barrymore star with Carole Lombard in this 1937 comedy that is much loved by British critics (then and now), but that, curiously, has never taken off with American critics. Graham Greene described it as "that rare thing, cinema, and the best comedy of its year. It is--more or less--about the murder of a lecherous businessman who goes in for private secretaries; the heroine--an inveterate and charming liar played by Carole Lombard--pleads guilty to a murder she didn't commit because it seems easier to get off that way. The trial scene is a magnificent parody of all American trial scenes, and the picture succeeds in being funny from beginning to end--never more funny than when the corpse is disclosed under the carpet, or the heroine is warned she will 'fry.' If it appears crazy it is only because we are not accustomed on the screen to people behaving naturally and logically. An inexperienced barrister defends his wife on the charge of murder; we expect heroics and we get comic incompetence. That isn't crazy--it's an old melodramatic situation presented for once in terms of how people really behave. This is one of those comedies...in which the small parts are perfectly cast and played."