Poor little rich girl “Dorothy” (Miriam Hopkins) is fed up always being ousted by gold-digging boyfriends and so hits on the idea, with the help of her executor “Connors” (Henry Stephenson), of swapping places with her dedicated secretary “Sylvia” (Fay Wray) and the. Seeing if she can’t meet a man who likes her for herself. That man might just have come along in the form of “Tony” (Joel McCrea) but with the whole scenario being built on a pyramid of lies and with the real husband of “Sylvia” (Reginald Denny) getting just as confused by proceedings, this all starts to look distinctly dodgy. Now to get anything from this, you have to pretty much suspend common sense. Even in the 1930s, the identity of the heiress would never have been so easy to conceal as it appears here. Even her own board of directors don’t seem to recognise their own boss. Thereafter, the film really belongs to Hopkins because she delivers quite a skilful portrayal of a selfish, spoiled and really quite unpleasant girl who coasts along through a mire of caviar and lobster completely unaware of just how fortunate she is. It does have moments of levity, usually at the hands of Denny but it’s all just a little too contrived to remain very funny for long. How the other half lived!
