Double Wedding (1937)
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I'm a sucker for the Myrna Loy-William Powell pairing, so even if Double Wedding isn't one of their best, it still holds a lot of charm for me. Why isn't it though? It comes down to two things. One is that the title spoils the ending, so the unpredictable becomes entirely predictable, and you're just waiting for it to happen. Boo. The other is that Loy is asked to play such a serious, rigid, controlling woman that it stifles her natural chemistry with Powell. The usual twinkle is missing. And even so, there's a lot of witty repartee as she tries to disentangle Powell's bohemian character from her sister's life. Some amusement is also to be derived from the terrible amateur private eye she uses to get the skinny on what's happening in the eccentric's trailer home. And some screwball slapstick obviously meant to evoke their relationship in The Thin Man. A bit of fluff, really, but not a bad way to spend 90 minutes.
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