Love Before Breakfast

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Love Before Breakfast (1936)

     I’ve been working my way through a Netflixed Carole Lombard box set and so have felt myself moving through a series of lackluster flicks featuring the female love of my life. At last, however, I have landed on one that left me sighing at how beautiful and entertaining this dame was. Love Before Breakfast (which might have the greatest movie poster every designed), is a story that has nothing to do with breakfast, but everything to do with resisting love.

     We first meet Scott Miller (Preston Foster) who in his large office makes multiple requests of his secretary to book a Kay Colby for either lunch or dinner, but is repeatedly told the girl is booked with a Mr. Bill Wadsworth (Cesar Romero). Bill works for Amalgamated Oil, which Scott’s company has just purchased. Looking to get this fiancée of the girl he adores out of the picture, Scott sends him to a new site in Japan. This all happens within the first few minutes of the film so we can quickly be thrown into the thrust of the plot: Scott and Kay’s nonexistent romance.

     Saying farewell to her beau at the dock, Kay is overwhelmed with tears (she clearly does not know Bill is cheating on her). Scott takes her for coffee, but upon learning the lengths to which this man has gone to get rid of the fiancée, she turns on her heel and takes off for a bar. Scott, perhaps the most persistent man in film, follows Kay and while arguing with some younger men hitting on Kay, starts a brawl. The bar owner extinguishes the lights and Kay takes a right hook in the eye from Scott (thus the poster).

     Kay continues to resist Scott (whom everyone seems to call by his full name) even though her mother, who lives with her as a seemingly subordinate member of the household, has been rooting for him for some time. Upon writing to Bill about why he was sent to Japan, Kay learns the man is more concerned with his career than their relationship, but still she is not swayed by Scott. Eventually, Kay, whom we know to be truly in love with the male protagonist, tells the man she will marry him for his money (and he presents her with three engagement rings), but is too stubborn to divulge any love. An adorable moment occurs when Scott demands they seal the arrangement with a kiss. Lombard stretches her mouth and nose apart in a look of tolerance against what she pretends to be an unpleasant act.

     Getting some advice from an older bachelor working at his company, Scott decides to bring Bill back to the states and release Kay from the engagement. The plan is to get her to admit she does love him and no longer wants her ex, but Kay is a tough nut to crack and fights the whole ordeal tooth and nail until the last second.

     I’m not sure what was different about Lombard in Love Before Breakfast, but I found her absolutely stunning. Her makeup was very flattering and the wardrobe by Travis Bantonwas to die for. I regret that the long, silky, slinky styles of the 1930s are one vintage look that seems dead set on staying out of vogue and therefore unattainable. Whenever I dream of such gowns, I always think of Lombard. The independent wealth of Kay’s family that allows such a lavish look is undisclosed as the plot rushes into the most important aspects of the story, but it does not really matter. Suffice it to say, no actual marriage for money motivations in this film.

     I would not say Lombard is at her funniest in Love Before Breakfast, but she brings plenty of humor to the role. She was great at playing strong, stubborn women who refuse to be pushed around by men. And although she argues right through the marriage ceremony in this flick, we know the romantic bond between the two parties is strong enough to melt away the pride.

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  1. Rachel, your review of LOVE BEFORE BREAKFAST was quite entertaining indeed! I always find it both hilarious and maddening when a film’s protagonist is SO dead set on not being pushed around (a laudable goal, to be sure :-)) that he or she overdoes it and comes off as a nut, but in Carole Lombard’s hands, it always seems to work out one way or another. :-) And that poster is a hoot, though I can well imagine certain oversensitive types squawking about violence against women. But in context and with those people and in that era, it sounds like a riot!

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