But not wild enough. This 1936 effort by Richard Boleslawski (a disciple of Stanislavski, he was one of the first Hollywood proponents of the Method) is generally regarded as a classic screwball comedy, and its premise—a repressed spinster writes a racy best-selling novel—has a classic ring. The execution, though, is unbearably sluggish, with none of the snap and crackle that a Cukor or Hawks could bring to the material. Still, Irene Dunne’s graceful performance would redeem a much worse film, and there is able (if sometimes exaggerated) support from Melvyn Douglas, Thomas Mitchell, and Spring Byington.