My Man Godfrey

Fittingly for Labour Day, we're talking about eating the rich and helping out the poor. Even with his butler job in My Man Godfrey though, the suave William Powell isn't exactly Johnny Lunchbox. He gets to wear a tuxedo and work in the ritzy house of a wealthy family of zany idiots. It could be worse. We were overdue to cover a Carole Lombard film, although her committed comic performance is a bit marred by the way they wrote her to be so whiny and annoying. It also doesn't help that she's jamming love down Powell's throat as Gregory La Cava's picture is presenting a romance that's hard to root for. Even if we let the workplace sexual harassment slide, there's that bizarre ending. Nevertheless, it's certainly better than some of the movies from this era that the AFI put on their various lists. So don't sock the 457th Ellises' Analysis for wanting a "protege" and if you must be phony, at least be a good guy as we serve you a podcast about My Man Godfrey on a silver platter. And if you don't like a bunch of pre-dinner martinis, order a mailbox full of Sparkplug Coffee. They'll give you a 20% discount if you use our promo code ("top100project"). We'd also love it if you would rate us and tweet things to us (@moviefiend51 and @bevellisellis) or email us ([email protected]). Oh, one last thing to promote is that Ryan talks about sports flicker shows on "Scoring At The Movies".