Nothing Sacred

I rather enjoyed this. Sure, it doesn't quite conform to the attitudes of the naughties, but I think that's part of it's purpose and of our progress - it really does stand back and take a swipe at virtually everything vain, empty, and shallow in a daft comedy with Carole Lombard and Frederic March. The former plays the victim of a misdiagnosis with mixed emotions. Though happy no longer to be heading for the arms of Hades, she was looking forward to using her compensation money to go out in style. March is a gullible reporter trying to repair his recently damaged reputation, who decides her story (not aware of the truth, as yet) is just what his readers want and so sets about indulging her - so off to New York she goes where she successfully ingratiates herself with society and becomes something of "draw". There is a love story with March, of less interest - though it does build nicely to the obvious question for the the conclusion.... what is going to happen when she doesn't actually die?