Review of There Goes My Heart (1938) by Gregory W — 25 Jan 2011

Great dramatic actors do flunk the comedic role exam. Just as one of my all-time favorite dramatic actors, Robert De Niro, simply cannot do comedy, Fredric March gets an "F" as well. I present Exhibit A.

It's fascinating to me how some very great actors -- great in the popular annals of film history -- can't seem to make the move to the other side of the acting world, be it dramatic actors who fail in comedic roles or vice versa.

By the way, if you've not noticed over the years, I'm a huge fan of Turner Classic Movies, and I strongly encourage all flixsters of any age who may not have checked out TCM to do so. There are so many, many great movies I've discovered thanks to TCM.

Without TCM, I would never have seen so many wonderful movies from past movie history. Like my movie buddy Cheryl, I don't think I've quite hit the jaded age where I'll say that the only good movies are "old" movies, but TCM is really a very accessible treasure trove of films we might never add to our Netflix queues.

There Goes My Heart is no It Happened One Night, but it is a valuable piece in the puzzle of the history of screwball comedies that is not to be missed. And I am so thankful that I've now seen Virginia Bruce.

Thank you TCM! What a wonderful actress. She's worth the price of admission all by herself : ).