Review of Nothing Sacred (1937) by Kevin M. W — 18 Aug 2014

Ben Hecht was as smart a writer as they come, his work notable chiefly for his cynical but humorous bite, a jaded, crusty, hardboiled view of humanity tinged with heart, and here is no exception. A wily big city reporter attempts to salvage his flagging reputation by milking a cute story about a dying small town woman ... only she's 100% in the pink. And he doesn't know that.

Although already designed from the ground up as built for fun it still rests firmly on the charismatic shoulders of its two leads. Fredric March is more than capable as the reporter, particularly with the laidback visit to stoic Vermont scenes, but the thing takes off and flies every time Carole Lombard even comes close to camera time.

Tasty!