Any film made in the 30s that does not suck is worth watching. This film definitely does not suck. The writing is solid. Predictably comfortable. The acting is over-the-top, but this is just how Hollywood acting was. His friend’s voice, by the way, was uncannily like Carey Grant’s. Go back and listen. Again, comforting. And what about that 30s-era house? And kitchen? Makes me wish there was some exhibit going on somewhere. But for now I have film. To be sure, MMG is light. It won’t expand your emotional boundaries or realign your spirit resonance. But it is good. And you better see it. Or I will kill you.