Living On Velvet (1935)

After a plane crash which killed his parents and sister, the pilot (George Brent) descends into a reckless life where convention and authority have no place. When he meets a society woman (Kay Francis) and falls in love, she feels she can change him and put him on the right path. Directed by Frank Borzage (A FAREWELL TO ARMS), this is a limp noodle of a movie. Perhaps I'm mistaken but it seems the film wants us to find Brent's arrogant and irresponsible character adorable or lovable instead of the asshole he is. I like Kay Francis but I have little patience for masochistic wives who wring their hands waiting for their jerk husbands to change for the better. She went into the marriage with her eyes wide open, sorry no sympathy from me. Of course, rather than going into the darker direction that realistically the story is heading, everything is tied up in a trite if neat little ribbon by the movie's end. With Warren William, Helen Lowell and an adorable dachshund that gives the film's best performance.