One night romance

Mary 2021-12-09 08:01:20

Clark Gable’s charming playboy image was established by this film. Although the whole film uses a series of coincidental comedy plots and even some slapstick elements to organize the film, the look is relaxed and happy. More importantly, the content of the film is still rich. The "those things" of women and poor reporters, but as the ancestor of this kind of film, it can be regarded as a memorable beginning.
There was originally only a line between romance and absurdity, and the male and female protagonists of this film are close to this boundary and stage an extremely public and passionate love dance. The only shortcoming is that the emotional entanglement between the two was not resolved positively in the later period, but was passed by in the form of profile, which made it difficult for the audience to release the long-accumulated feelings, and the film also lost an exciting climax. Brisk and lively is the habitual rhythm of this film, but it is a pity that the wind and agility of free and easy air failed to find a clinging in the later stage, so I can only use the sword to go slant, slightly losing the gentleness and calmness.
The accidental encounter between the arrogant and the rich girl, each with their own minds, unexpectedly bursts out a wonderful chemical reaction. True love is not only a hormonal collision and a spiritual fit, but also the courage to assume responsibility. The rhythm is brisk and the narrative is coherent. Except that the ending is a little bit redundant, the whole story is completed in one go. There are continuous highlights and a lot of laughs. The sparks of vindictive enemies are even more exciting, indeed wonderful!

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It Happened One Night quotes

  • Ellie Andrews: By the way, what's your name?

    Peter Warne: What's that?

    Ellie Andrews: Who are you?

    Peter Warne: Who me?

    [smiling]

    Peter Warne: I'm the whippoorwill that cries in the night. I'm the soft morning breeze that caresses your lovely face.

    Ellie Andrews: You've got a name, haven't you?

    Peter Warne: Yeah, I got a name. Peter Warne.

    Ellie Andrews: Peter Warne. I don't like it.

    Peter Warne: Don't let it bother you. You're giving it back to me in the morning.

    Ellie Andrews: Pleased to meet you, Mr. Warne.

    Peter Warne: The pleasure is all mine, Mrs. Warne.

  • Peter Warne: Excuse me lady, but that upon which you sit is mine.

    Ellie Andrews: I beg your pardon?