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good film but with many flaws

At first rather annoying in its heavy emphasis on reenactments, this movie ultimately proves fascinating, simply because the complicated, highly dramatic tale it tells still almost defies belief.

Strong acting helps the film overcome an uncertain premise and create characters that hold our attention absolutely.

Clever dialogue, fantastic acting, and several great scenes made this film a delight for me, but be forewarned, its main character may have you saying 'grrr', and reduce your enjoyment. Frederic March plays a newspaper reporter / playwright who has a drinking problem, and it's while he's drunk at a party that he meets a charming young lady, played by Sylvia Sidney. The two hit it off and despite the concerns of her rich father (George Irving), get married. Things get complicated when his ex-lover (Adrianne Allen) re-surfaces and he struggles to control his problem.It's a very strong cast all around, and Sidney in particular turns in a great performance. She ranges from a sweet, naïve, and trusting soul, loving unconditionally, to hurt and confused, to woman whose solution is to give her husband a taste of his own medicine, in a rather shocking development. The scene with her partying with her own young lover (Cary Grant no less) and his friends and quipping "Gentlemen, I give you the holy state of matrimony, modern style: single lives, twin beds and triple bromides in the morning" is sad, empowering, and a little thrilling all at the same time. As they're in a bar that's practically a den of iniquity, it's all clearly pre-code, but there is an intelligence and honesty in this scene, and throughout the movie.March is also strong as this affable but flawed man, and in early scenes we smile at his partying, at one point yelling "Is there a baritone in the house?" until he finds a barman to fill out a quartet with his friends so that they can break out in song. The warning signs are there in his tardiness and even at his wedding, as he and his best man (Skeets Gallagher) fumble for the ring, which he's forgotten. That scene is one of several that are well directed by Dorothy Arzner, as she cuts to guests making observations and the facial reactions of March and Sidney as they say their vows.There is a lot of partying and revelry which may put some viewers off, but I found that allowed for some fantastic moments. In one, March asks Sidney to shut the door and hold him back from going to the other woman, and in a strong way she opens it wide and says "I'm no jailer - get out!" In another, as March and Allen 'play-act' a passionate kiss to the merriment of others right in front of her, we feel the shock and humiliation amplified by her brilliant facial reaction. The title is clearly meant to titillate, but the film has real substance beneath. It's wild, but also realistic, though I didn't care too much for the ending. We see what destructive behavior leads to, and in that I suppose there is a message, but it's delivered without heavy-handed moralizing. The plot is a tad melodramatic, but it's daring and unique in the areas it explores. Well worth checking out, if you're in the mood for pre-code.

Director Dorothy Arzner was extremely popular with her stars because she always coddled them with close-up after close-up and ensured they were always fastidiously wardrobed and photographed to perfection, no matter how soap-suddy the screenplay. "Merrily We Go To Hell" (1932) serves as another typical example of her languid, star-indulgent style. Lovers of weepie-eyed Sylvia Sidney and sartorially splendid Fredric March will enjoy both the 9/10 VintageFilmBuff DVD and its 10/10 Universal rival. The only thing I really liked about this predictably plotted, slow- moving film was the unexpected appearance of perennial butler Charles Coleman as a gossip columnist with a well-founded dislike for our wastrel hero. But as for Cary Grant pouring on the charm in a small bit at a party scene, words fail me!

The title was immortalized by the British censor, who apparently insisted that the last word be replaced by a dash!!! People flocking to the movie for a bit of titilation would have felt pretty disappointed by this pap - although with Sylvia Sidney and Frederic March in the leads - it was high grade soap opera. Taken from Cleo Lucas' novel "I, Jerry, Take Thee Joan", even though it got Sylvia out of prison and into high society (she was constantly on Best Dressed Lists during the 30s), the plot made sure she suffered like never before.Joan (Sylvia Sidney) meets Jerry (Frederic March) at a New Year's Eve party. She is instantly taken with him and his eccentric humor. He is very drunk and teaches her his "theme song" "Merrily We Go to Hell", but when she says goodbye, he is too drunk to remember who she is. For her, it is love at first sight, but she puts up with a lot from him - even passing out drunk at their engagement party - her father is not amused.They marry and after an initial struggle, Jerry finally gets his play produced - with his old girlfriend Claire in the lead. Adrienne Allen is right up there with Sidney and March, she was just super as the neurotic wife in "The Night of June 13th" and she brings intelligence to this "other woman" role. Of course, after months on the wagon, Jerry falls back into his old drunken ways but the twist is, Joan follows him "Merrily to Hell". When she becomes ill through too much riotous living, she returns to her father, who protects her and refuses to let Jerry near her. The movie ends with a repentant Jerry, at the hospital, vowing, as Joan clings to life, to give up his old ways and telling Joan those three little words (I love you) that she has never heard him speak before. I tend to agree with the blurb on my DVD cover, who knows whether Jerry will stick to his pledge? During the movie, he had been "on the wagon" a couple of times and when Joan rashly starts to drink, he welcomes her as a drinking buddy - I would have thought that would have been his turning point - but no!!! Skeets Gallagher is always great to have around and he is just marvellous as Jerry's tap dancing drinking buddy. Florence Britton is beautiful and elegant as Joan's concerned friend.Recommended.

Once you get past the appalling title, this is a good picture. It's a Pre-Code film and must have been naughty in its day, but is tame by today's standards. It involves a fairly routine love story pulled out of the doldrums by Director Dorothy Arzner and by exceptional acting performances by the two principals, Frederic March and Sylvia Sidney. Poor Sylvia suffered through countless 30's tearjerkers and she is once again miserable here as the put-upon wife of drunken writer March. Was never a fan of Sylvia's, particularly as she became desiccated and more pathetic in later years, but she never looked lovelier and more appealing than in this movie. Skeets Gallagher plays March's drinking buddy and adds immeasurable stature to the film. He remains one of Hollywood's most shamefully underutilized and overlooked talents.Was surprised to learn that a strain of Womens Lib flourished in the early 30's, as our heroine declares her independence (more or less) from her inebriated husband and, in addition, her wedding vow did not include the words "honor and obey", which I thought were de rigeur until mid-century. This last may have been a directorial touch of a feminist director.This is an underrated, under-appreciated movie, especially if you enjoy solid acting and are a sucker for a pretty face, to borrow a phrase.