Rewatching the Capra, Colbert and Clark classic I’m reminded of an old Frank story about the way the movie MIGHT have turned out.
The runaway heiress is thrown together with the dipsomaniacal reporter on the bus from Miami.
They get stranded in Jacksonville when she misses the last call for reboarding.
She is upset, because she has no idea what’s in store. He, on the other hand is familiar with the rougher side of things. He describes the charms of Jacksonville –“There AREN’T any” to the “brat.” He looks at the itinerary –“Savannah, Columbia, Charlotte, Greensboro, Richmond,” bleaker by the stop, and decides to end it all right there, a post Prohibition bender in the John on the St.John’s. She has to talk him out of it.
True story. Ever been to Jacksonville? Tell me I’m wrong.
Kidding aside, this is that that rare early ’30s comedy that ages wonderfully, quaint and dated, cute, sexy and daring.