blanche-2 "Three Hearts for Julia" from 1943 was intended, I believe, to be a screwball comedy. It isn't. It isn't really a light comedy, either, as it's kind of heavy-handed for such a fluffy script.It stars people who normally could pull off anything: Melvyn Douglas, Ann Sothern, Felix Bressart, Lee Bowman, and Reginald Owen. But you need a stronger script and a director with a flare for comedy.This is a WW II story about a war correspondent, Jeff (Douglas) who is home at last, only to find his wife (Sothern) wants a divorce. She is a talented musician who is in a woman's orchestra and wants more out of life. He's away too much and preoccupied with his work.She has two suitors who can't wait for her to be divorced. One is David Torrance, the orchestra's producer (Bowman), and Philip Barrows (Ainley), a music critic. Because she values his opinion, she asks Jeff to help her choose. Jeff has chosen - himself! Some mild humor and good music with one faux pas. The orchestra plays Wagner which during WWII in this country was verboten. So verboten that no Wagner was performed at the Metropolitan Opera and his music was removed from operatic aria compilations. Highly doubtful a European conductor (Felix Bressart) who was glad to be alive would have conducted it.On the dull side, with good performances, but ultimately a disappointment.

mark.waltz The roles usually played by Myrna Loy and William Powell are being played here by Ann Sothern and Melvyn Douglas. Loy, it seems, was busy with war work, and Powell distracted with two films co-starring Hedy Lamarr. But no matter; The same formula that Powell and Loy used for their most recent (and much better) two films ("Love Crazy" and "I Love You Again") is recycled here: A couple on the verge of divorce find that they can't live without each other and scheme to reconcile. Douglas is a war corespondent back in the states and determined to win back Sothern who believes he abandoned her. She is a concert violinist, a member of an all-girl's orchestra conducted by German Felix Bressart, who is frustrated over musicians having marital problems or doing their makeup in rehearsal, a violinist who accidentally pulls off another musician's hairpiece with their bow while rehearsing. You'd think he was the supervisor in a munitions factory! But he's a good-hearted sort who goes out of his way to help reconcile Sothern and Douglas, MGM's answer to the previous decade's George Arliss, and a precursor to their own Lauritz Melchoir and Jose Iturbi who would do the same thing in MGM musicals.Lightly screwball, it includes Douglas kidnapping Southern, taking her to a lake house in the middle of nowhere, and arranging for one of his romantic rivals to toss a cream pie into the face of another. Finally giving in to Sothern's all-too-forced desire for divorce, he joins the army, which leads to a patriotic finale where Sothern must face her guilt for putting her marriage before the needs of the country. A few well-timed gags save this from mediocrity, and Sothern and Douglas are still likable in spite of the obvious way this predictable plot is going. Then, there's perennial MGM character actor Reginald Owen in one of his typical droll performances, and Bressart has an amusing sequence where he discovers Douglas playing a new instrument he's never seen before called "the Indiana Fiddle", which is actually a little handy invention called a saw.

krdement Based on a preview of the cast, I eagerly anticipated this movie, which I had not seen before. I really love films from the '30's to the late '40's. But this movie was a big disappointment. However, I do not fault the cast. Melvyn Douglas is among my all-time faves, and I also like Ann Sothern very much. The problem is not with the actors, but with their characters.The writer doesn't provide sympathetic characters from the outset of the movie. Douglas apparently abandons his wife frequently and for long periods to pursue his writing career. At the beginning of the movie he is returning home, although he doesn't seem sincere about trying to reconstruct his marriage. He seems like he is coming home for another respite (and to placate his wife) before taking off again.Ann Sothern, the abandoned wife, never really establishes herself as the wronged woman. She has re-launched her career, hooked 2 new suitors and seems set to begin her new life. She doesn't seem to be very emotionally accessible to any of the 3 men in her life OR to us, the audience. Why should we care if this estranged couple gets back together?Even Felix Bressart, another favorite character actor, is not good here. He seems more goofy than eccentric. His acting is quite a comedic contrast to the remainder of the rather understated performances. It seems a little out of place here.The humor, as one commentator has noted, is not only predictable, but also based on sexual stereotypes, which I suspect were no more humorous in the day of Rosie the Riveter than they are today. Its only real purpose is to allow Bressart to reflect on how much better his problems are in America than they would be in Europe. The tragic truth in those observations deprives them of much humor.Despite the unflattering stereotypes, I felt very ambivalent toward the female orchestra members. They are not particularly entertaining or sympathetic. Spending a night at Sothern's house, they all seem to forget they are actually guests in a home that is Douglas' too.I found myself gradually warming to the characters of Douglas and Sothern. But for a movie to be really engaging, I need to connect with characters early in a film, not gradually begin to warm to them when the movie is half over. That was the real killer for this movie. The predictability and the trite sexism were just additional nails in the coffin. What a disappointment!

boblipton This overwritten screwball comedy tries to go in far too many directions at once and, like a centipede asked to demonstrate how it walks, keeps falling over itself.Although MGM's brilliant lighting and lavish budgets could save many a drama, a comedy depends on good writing and performers. Here you have good performers with Ann Southern, Melvyn Douglas and Felix Bressart in, essentially the third lead. But it seems to have escaped anyone that you know as soon as Douglas begins to speak, in the first scene of his having neglected his marriage, that this movie would be about the recourting of his wife. When was the last time a romantic comedy had anything new in the way of plot points? About twenty years before Plautus was born is my guess. What matters is the jokes and the performers, and the jokes here are few and feeble. Instead we are distracted by a plethora of side issues, including a rather poor attempt to create a Aaron Copland style of score.Director Richard Thorpe is often criticized for his stolid handling of stolid stars in stolid subjects for MGM -- here was a man who, in his Poverty Row days could turn out something sprightly, silly and cheap like UNDER MONTANA SKIES and WINGS OF ADVENTURE. But his ability to shoot decent stuff less expensively than some of his more fabled fellow directors got him assignments like IVANHOE with Robert Taylor, and what was he supposed to do with something like that other than get an adequate performance out of Robert Taylor on schedule? He can't manage much here, either.