reader4 All the actors do well with what they're given. So I guess one must blame the director.But the main fault seems to be the humdrum script. It's too bad, too, because it contains several very funny lines. I laughed out loud more than once.However, it's at least half an hour too long, which, at 83 minutes, gives you some idea. It seems like it's full of padding. It just goes on and on, one barely animate scene after another. The ice skating rink is a good example. It would have been much funnier at about a third its length. In fact, the whole movie probably would have been a winner at about 35 minutes.Patsy Kelly is good but doesn't have enough to do. The same goes for Alan Mowbray. It would have been nice if their romance had been an actual subplot (heaven knows there was plenty of time for it). As it is, they have no lives of their own, but are merely used to shore up and fill in chinks in the March/Bruce story. The exception is Kelly's Vibrato scene, which is probably the high point of the film.Virginia Bruce is stock in a faceless part -- I'm not sure any actress could have brought any life to it. Not a single funny line for her, although she does have the other funniest scene in the film, where she's plugging extension cords into light bulb sockets in the sign outside the window. Frederick March handles a comedic role well. Arthur Lake is completely wasted. See the Blondie series of movies if you want to see what he can do.The only stand-out is Eugene Palette, who has one of his best roles ever. It's just made for his hard-boiled, uneducated delivery. Unfortunately, he has almost no funny lines. Marjorie Main is a highlight of the film and doesn't even get credit! I don't think the few genuinely funny parts are worth the hour-plus of yawning which engulfs them.

vincentlynch-moonoi This film had two strikes against it (at least for me) to start with -- it's another 1930s comedy about a missing heiress and a cast with which (other than Frederick March) I wasn't very familiar. I almost turned it off after the first 10 minutes, but I'm glad I stuck with it. It really is quite good. Frederick March was, of course, a very respected actor, and he does very nicely here. I wasn't familiar with Virginia Bruce, but she does very nicely here as the heiress...but hardly a spoiled one, which is perhaps what makes this film work so well. I also was not familiar with Patsy Kelly, but she does nicely as the wacky new-best-friend. Eugene Palette (you'll know his rotund figure and barrel-chested voice) is great, as always, as a character actor here. And it was nice seeing Claude Gillingwater (who was Mr. Manette in "A Tale Of Two Cities") as the grandfather. If there are any weaknesses to mention, first there's a rather weak ending, and secondly, there's Arthur Lake (of Dagwood fame), and as always I failed to see the talent. But there are some nice moments, including a rather wacky skating segment, which doesn't have a heck of a lot to do with the plot, but is nonetheless entertaining. All in all it's a pleasant movie, and better than I expected. Good to view at least once, if you're at all a fan of 1930s movies.

bkoganbing Though the gimmick of the runaway heiress was beginning to wear thin by 1938, There Goes My Heart still is entertaining enough with a sparkling cast going through it's usual paces.Virginia Bruce is our heiress in this one and reprising his role of hard hitting reporter from Nothing Sacred is Fredric March. Two leads of this magnitude is not usual for the Hal Roach studio which normally was doing two and three reel comedies. But even though this is recycled material it still is served up rather nicely. Best scene for March and Bruce is at the skating rink playing musical chairs on roller skates. March is good, but this was the kind of material Cary Grant would have relished.Hal Roach did give his director Norman McLeod a fabulous supporting cast to work with all going through their various screen images that we love. Best in the group is Patsy Kelly playing the shop-girl who happens to work in Bruce's grandfather's department store and who takes in Bruce not knowing who she is and gets her job at the store. Nancy Carroll the former silent screen star is a jealous co-worker and Irving Bacon is the sexually harassing supervisor. Others in this incredibly good cast are Claude Gillingwater as Bruce's tycoon grandfather, Eugene Palette as March's editor, Arthur Lake as March's friend and newspaper photographer and Alan Mowbray as Kelly's boyfriend studying to be a chiropractor. Yes, Alan Mowbray and Patsy Kelly as a couple. Until i saw this film I never would have believed them as a screen team. Patsy's best moments are demonstrating an exercise machine at the store. You should also see newly hired sales person Virginia Bruce waiting on Marjorie Main.At the very end of the film, former silent screen comic star Harry Langdon plays a minister. At this point in his career, Langdon was accepting any kind of work and part he could get. Nothing especially hilarious about his performance, it's too brief and he's surrounded by too many other high caliber performers in this cast to shine in any way.It's not one of Fredric March's best films, but it's still amusing enough and the ensemble can't be beat.

moonspinner55 Broadly played and directed semi-screwball outing has charming Fredric March cast as a newspaper reporter assigned to locate a wealthy, beautiful young heiress, who has ditched her fancy surroundings for a regular life in New York City. Grounded, natural Virgina Bruce was a good choice for the rich kid, who ends up working in the department store her family owns, and Patsy Kelly is wonderfully brash as the salesgirl who unknowingly takes her in. The supporting characters are made up of wacky, genial crazies, and the actors have been encouraged to play them to the hilt, resulting in some overcooked comedy which may strike one as either funny or far too silly. There are some classic bits: the ice-skating sequence where March and Bruce end up in a game of Musical Chairs, an unbilled Marjorie Main as a plain-spoken customer in the store, and Kelly's solution to the power going out just before a fancy dinner in her apartment. The script, by Jack Jevne and Eddie Moran (from a story by Ed Sullivan!), was criticized at the time for being too close to "It Happened One Night", but it's actually far less ambitious. The plot set-up is one-half merry mix-up and the other half romantic nuttiness, and many of the lines have a punch-drunk giddiness which is very sweet. **1/2 from ****