Redhead (1934) is one of those light-hearted fluffy flicks from the 1930s, a romantic comedy in which mean old Dad insists the son grow up, and throws a woman at him as incentive.
A woman who beat a murder rap. And may have tried to kill herself.
Dad’s butler, or maybe assistant, who he’s perpetually firing, is detailed to go along and take care of the pair, and has a talent for stealing scenes.
And then the woman falls puzzlingly in love with this immature dude, which sort of throws a wrench in the works, even as Dad actually gets some unexpectedly interesting dialog.
But the sound was bad, the cinematography, or perhaps the print itself, worse, and I was annoyed by the oaf. But this film does have a few moments. And it’s not painfully long. Even as dated as it is, it’s actually sort of fun.
Maybe this print is better.
