Glenda Farrell

Poor Jerome Littlefield (Jerry Lewis). He wants to be a doctor МИ but thatМ s not exactly the perfect career choice when youМ re hopelessly squeamish. So he settles for the job of orderly at the Whitestone Sanitarium, a career move thatМ s guaranteed to keep the patients МИ and viewers МИ in stitches!

What's a chorine to do after her show flops? Become a gold digger! The cuties do so en masse as the Gold Diggers of 1937, kicking Depression Era blues in the keester. Dick Powell plays an insurance agent with musical ambitions, Joan Blondell is a showgirl who gives up spangles for a stenographer's pad and … well, who watches any Diggers for its plot? Instead, watch as dance creator Busby Berkeley turns a garden party into a tap-happy romp. Blondell leads leggy soldiers in a banner-waving, precision-formation "All's Fair in Love and War" spectacle that's Berkeley at his showy best as Powell croons a lullaby, "With Plenty of Money and You." In short, there are plenty of reasons to watch again and again.

Escaping jail after being pinned for a deadly factory fire, Grant hides out in a house unknowingly being rented by a future supreme court judge.

Blackmail letters sent to the missing wife of a hotshot politician usher in a call to a private detective to track her down and dig up her past.

The setting: a gas station in the middle of a sweltering, desiccated nowhere. The women: Olga (Aline MacMahon), a wary, weathered loner with a knack for fixing cars, and Myra (Ann Dvorak), her pretty kid sister who dishes up diner chow and dreams of romance. The film: Heat Lightning, an edgy, femme prenoir that turns incendiary when visitors arrive – two bejeweled divorcees and Olga's old love, a killer on the lam. Guiding a cast that also includes Preston Foster, Lyle Talbot, Glenda Farrell, Ruth Donnelly, FrankMcHugh and Jane Darwell, Mervyn LeRoy (I Am a Fugitive from a Chain Gang) ramps up pre-Code wisecracking and vise-like tension into an emotional wallop of an ending.

A Mississippi torch singer attracts the enduring devotion of her attorney husband despite her penchant for rapidly moving through lovers.

The true story of Evelyn Nesbit Shaw, a pretty showgirl caught in a love triangle.

If you love music, check into Hollywood Hotel. The story's about a filmland newbie (Dick Powell) caught between a spoiled star (Lola Lane) and her likeable look-alike (Lola's look-alike sister Rosemary Lane). But the movie's about Busby Berkeley's ace direction – and music, music, music. The film opens with the jubilant debut of Tinseltown's unofficial anthem Hooray for Hollywood. The jaunty Let That Be a Lesson to You shows off Berkeley's snazzy-jazzy mastery of editing and camera angles. And Benny Goodman and His Orchestra – including Harry James on trumpet and Gene Krupa on drums – swing, swing, swing into Sing, Sing, Sing. Hooray for Hollywood Hotel!