This is one of the most magnetic performances by the most gorgeously hyperactive actress in cinema history, all mussy hair and giant eyes and opportunistic mouth, clapping hands on stiff guys like she's got a right. Even after eight decades, only Clara Bow can be so thoroughly identified with the naked pronoun in the title. Almost makes you quit your day job and invent a time machine.
This ain't too bad. It's clearly a star vehicle for Clara Bow, who, it must be said, was absolutely gorgeous. I spent most of the movie just admiring her face. It's an enjoyable little romantic comedy, but I can't see myself ever actively pursuing this for another view. Still, for what it is, it does everything decently and I don't have any major criticisms to make. Most of the humor has definitely lost its bite with age, but the "He couldn't give birth to a suspicion!" line had me cracking up.