The allure of Garbo escapes me here (as it does in most of her pictures) and Melvyn Douglas is too insipid to carry the movie on his own, which is a problem because the storyline is utter tosh. It's pulled off with customary polish and style by George Fitzmaurice, though, and Erich von Stroheim, his directing career all but finished, is on hand to provide an enjoyable villain.
Review of As You Desire Me
