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The Gay Divorcee

(1934)

Oh, this is just a silly movie, beginning with the opening scene, where two guys at a French restaurant can't find their wallets but one of them is wearing tap shoes. Then later that guy happens to have a road-closed sign in his car just when he needs it.

There's a wacky case of mistaken identity, which is part of an ever wackier plot revolving around a silly aphorism, and oh yeah, did I mention the paper dolls on the phonograph turntable? Finally, everything depends upon a doofus ex machina. It just really doesn't hold up to rational analysis.

It does have a hell of a sex scene, though.