One Paragraph Movie Review: The Awful Truth

Twenty-third film: The Awful Truth from 1937 and oh look, I’m eighty years late to having a massive crush on Cary Grant. Man, those olden days people were obsessed with divorce and bracelets, but it makes for some pretty good movies. Grant and Irene Dunn are just stupidly likeable, and the plot, full of madcap misunderstandings like so many madcap plots full of misunderstandings are, is carried along on his debonair bone structure and her historically thin eyebrows. Plus the guy who played Randolph in Trading Places is in it as a young, wealthy Oklahoman hayseed, so BONUS. As Cary Grant would say: Ah lahved it. Three and a half sequinned backless frocks out of five.