“Jane” (Margaret Sullavan) falls asleep during one of the plays of “André” (Charles Boyer) and in the kerfuffle that ensued, he assumes she is ill, discovers that she is a doctor and engages in a whirlwind romance that ends up with them married. They are both busy people, though, so it takes some time before they are able to get together for the first time as a married couple and then to his horror, he realises that she is very much an independent spirit. She takes an apartment on the twenty-second floor of his building, and with him on the seventeenth she proposes - much to the bemusement of the elevator boy - to visit him, or he her, from time to time. He’s having none of this but hasn’t really a clue how to rectify matters. Both are egged on by their friends and after a while they wonder just what ever possessed them to wed in the first place. Is it all doomed to failure, or might there be room for an accommodation - perhaps on the 20th floor?  It’s the supporting efforts from Eugene Pallette and Reginald Denny that raise the odd smile here, but I didn’t find there to be very much chemistry between Boyer and Sullavan and the original joke starts to wear thin too quickly. Thereafter the scenarios are all just a bit repetitive and barring the odd quip there is a great deal of dialogue that doesn’t really advance the plot very much. It’s not so much a battle of the sexes, more a slight skirmish that passes the time effortlessly enough, but is unlikely to ever merit a second visit.

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