The grand finale of a series of films with which Lubitsch practically invented the narrative musical and screwball comedy. By this film the songs and choreography have been polished. Chevalier is as charming as ever and, thankfully, MacDonald's high pitch is reigned in.

I still hate musicals.

Jeanette MacDonald is very sexy here--sexy as only Lubitsch and Chevalier could make her. The screenplay is sophisticated and adult--the kind it would be impossible to film just a year later.

Wink-wink, nudge-nudge, know what I mean, know what I mean, say no more, say no more.

A dryly cynical venture for Lubitsch, which I think causes some of his charm to be lost (and he was going through a divorce at the time, which definitely rubs off, making his chauvinistic tendencies and flighty morality a hindrance rather than the usual boon). That said, it is enjoyably self-referential in how the story manipulates the audience and through Chevalier's addresses to the camera. Oh, "Monsieur, I so wanted to see you in tights!"

A really delightful musical comedy, dripping with pre-Code innuendo. The plot is at first predictable and a little annoying, as it revolves around some "Three's Company"-esque misunderstandings, but eventually takes some unexpected (and rather naughty) twists. MacDonald is far more impressive here than in Monte Carlo, in no small part due to playing off Chevalier, who explodes with irresistable charm. The film is witty and fun, especially when it comes to Chevalier's addresses to the camera.