Friday, January 8, 2010

Doctor Monica (1934)

Kay Francis suffers and looks fantastic doing it in this soapy drama about illicit love and its consequences. Yes, Kay dealt with love and loss in every picture, but there was a reason for that: no one did self-sacrifice as well as she did. You know what’s coming from the opening credits yet you still cling to her every word and expression. The ending was a bit too convenient for my taste – if it’d been me I would’ve liked Warren William to squirm a bit more – but it all makes for a pleasant little programmer.

I give this one:

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