By the time they made their tenth of 14 films together, William Powell and Myrna Loy didn’t have to play the perfect couple; they were the perfect couple. Even in a plot that has them learning the awful truth about divorce, they work together so seamlessly you never really expect them to break up. Critics have called this their zaniest film together. A series of misunderstandings fostered by Loy’s meddlesome mother (Florence Bates) and the presence of Powell’s old flame (Gail Patrick) almost leads to divorce. To keep their marriage intact, Powell has to feign madness and even dabbles in drag, shaving his famous mustache for the only time in his screen career. As an MGM film, the picture is impeccably designed and features a supporting cast filled with indelible character types. Bates was a genius at making obnoxious characters entertaining, and Patrick was appropriately glamorous (though never a real threat to Loy). Also on hand are Jack Carson, borrowed from Warner Bros., as a bumptious athlete who wants to help Loy pick up the pieces and dialect comic Sig Ruman as the head of an insane asylum. (d. Jack Conway, 99m, 35mm)

In attendance: DANA DELANY