The King and the Choir Girl
                                                            
    
Director: Mervyn LeRoy
Year:
1937
Rating: 6.0

This year I have watched Joan Blondell in a bunch of her Warner Brother's films of the 1930s and been more and more impressed with her. Mainly in comedies but a few dramas as well. She wasn't at the top of Warner's choices of female actresses for the prestigious films - those were Bette Davis, Olivia de Havilland, Kay Francis, Barbara Stanwyck - but if the role called for spunk, sex appeal and fast repartee, then Blondell was at the top of the list. This is an enjoyable by the numbers Depression romantic comedy but there was one scene in particular that made me love Blondell. She is a chorus girl at the Folies Bergère in Paris. How a Brooklyn girl ended up in Paris is never explained. An ex-King of some nameless country - Gibraltar perhaps - is interested in her when he sees her performing and he asks his two court hanger-ons to invite her to dinner. This develops into them going out and Blondell falling in love with him but the hanger-ons tell her that he can only marry royalty and it is time for her to ease out of the relationship. She agrees and tells him she is engaged to a man from Brooklyn. So, she has told him goodbye and when he comes knocking on her door the delight she expresses as she bounces out of bed at the speed of light to go to the door is as pure as any emotion in film. She knows she can't have him, but just to have him on the other side of the door is all she needs.



A charming piffle for a few interesting aspects other than Blondell. One of the three credited script writers is none other than Groucho Marx - the only non-Marx Brother film he contributed to. Hard to know exactly what was his but I suspect some of the standalone jokes. Blondell's love interest in the film - the King - is played by Frenchman Fernand Garvey with his name changed in Hollywood to Fernand Gravel. Warners was going through a publicity blitz for him but since I imagine none of us has heard of him, it didn't work. He went back to France where he was a big star and when the Germans took over, he continued to work but was also in the French Resistance and considered a hero at the end of the war. 



Here he plays a King who has lost his Kingdom, though from his level of comfort - a huge apartment and a yacht - he came out with a lot of money. He has become an alcoholic, women chaser and general layabout sleeping all day. His two hanger-ons - the delightful Edward Everett Horton and Mary Nash - are worried that he will drink himself to death and so when he shows a spark of interest in Blondell they talk her into going out with him. Later when she tells them that she has fallen for him, they express sympathy - oh dear - that will never happen - go back to Brooklyn. She does on a luxury liner that strangely has no other passengers - but one. Appearing also is Alan Mowbray as the fake fiancé and Jane Wyman and Luis Alberni as her two friends at the restaurant. The film does what it is meant to do. A few laughs, a little romance and a couple numbers from the Folies Bergère. Directed by Mervyn LeRoy.