Strictly grade D, this MGM programmer is a loud and obnoxious comedy about an ambitious writer (John Shelton) who makes the mistake of signing up with the wrong agency (lead by the Sam Levene like Albert Dekker and Charles Butterworth) and basically being worked to death. With domineering aunt (Alma Kruger) standing by to criticize his every move, it seems that the only ones on his side are his henpecked uncle (Reginald Owen) and Dekker's secretary (Virginia Grey), especially when he finds that his name isn't even on the stories published in the magazine he bought a small interest in.
Out of nowhere comes Donald Meek as a drunken mystery man who keeps breaking into the hotel suite where Shelton is sequestered. Dekker and Butterworth keep standing over Shelton like flies over a corpse, demanding he finish, and never being satisfied with anything he writes, ultimately bringing out a contraption that puts together the most cliched and predictable of stories. A critic's letter to Shelton towards the end is probably one of the few decent details of the script, a unique commentary on what is wrong with a lot of modern writing, something that could be said for dozens of pretentious scripts that ended up being movies like this.
Out of nowhere comes Donald Meek as a drunken mystery man who keeps breaking into the hotel suite where Shelton is sequestered. Dekker and Butterworth keep standing over Shelton like flies over a corpse, demanding he finish, and never being satisfied with anything he writes, ultimately bringing out a contraption that puts together the most cliched and predictable of stories. A critic's letter to Shelton towards the end is probably one of the few decent details of the script, a unique commentary on what is wrong with a lot of modern writing, something that could be said for dozens of pretentious scripts that ended up being movies like this.