Metro's best and latest entry in this field, a frothy thing like all the rest, with touches of feeling, little stagnation and considerable laughter.

More intriguing for behind-the-scenes gossip than its rather familiar screwball comedy machinations.

This 1936 screwball comedy reminds us that media manipulation is hardly a 21st-century invention—and gives us a sad whiff of an era when the daily printed newspaper was a staple of modern living.

What might have once hit heights of hilarity now feels like a modest plateau, despite a lively pace. It just works itself into a fizz and then is left to sit out, with an ending that doesn’t even try to erase all the complications it creates