Mae West's second film with Cary Grant, story and dialogue and screenplay all by West. She's Tira, a circus performer who graduates from sultry songs to lion-taming and fame. Fame brings her silk-hat suitors; Grant shows up to persuade her to let his friend Kirk go back to his fiancée and falls for her himself, and the relationship goes full steam ahead ("I'm crazy about you, Tira." "I know... I made you that way.") They plan to marry, until an old dishonest beau, Slick, cons him so he thinks Tira's seeing other men and the marriage is off. West then takes over the breach of promise case in court and triumphs, much to the surprise of her attorney Pinkowitz (Gregory Ratoff). During the trial Grant learns she's always loved him and the engagement is renewed. West was forty and perhaps a bit heavy when this film was made, but she still walks that walk, still says "Mmmmm" like nobody else, still owns the double entendre franchise, and still looks pretty hot. This is the film where she tosses off the deathless line, "Beaulah, peel me a grape." There are many others, but they go by too fast to write them down. Nobody can resist her, and she knows it. Funny.
Review of I'm No Angel
