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Movie of the Month: My Man Godfrey

“God, but this film is beautiful,” Roger Ebert once said of Gregory La Cava’s 1936 satirical screwball comedy My Man Godfrey. “This movie, and the actors in it, and its style of production, and the system that produced it, and the audiences that loved it, have all been replaced by pop culture of brainless vulgarity. But the movie survives, and to watch it is to be rescued from some people who don’t care that it makes a difference …”

From the first seconds that My Man Godfrey flickers onto the screen, it is quite clear this is not going to be your average screwball comedy. The blinking neon lights of a swell night out on the town are fetchingly rendered in the imaginative opening credits of Gregory La Cava’s 1936 satirical screwball, fading slowly into to the slums of Manhattan.  There on a city dump, vagrants live in a polite, civilized society of newspaper houses and cardboard beds. They are the Forgotten Men of the Great Depression— left to rot in dirt while Manhattan’s high society parties high above their shadow. This is going to be class-conscious comedy at its finest.



Bursting into the well-mannered civility of tramp life are two spoiled, deliriously disillusioned young Park Avenue socialites. Cornelia and Irene Bullock, glittering in their expensive silk and furs, descend upon the down-and-out itinerants with eager claws. They are in the midst of a scavenger hunt being hosted at the Waldorf Ritz Hotel, and the last item to be found before they can win their prize? A Forgotten Man.

For what could be more offensively insensitive than for the idle rich to find amusement in the plight of the poor, and to exploit the helplessness of poverty with something as absurd as a scavenger hunt.

The eldest Bullock—the frighteningly beautiful Cornelia (played with venomous sex appeal by Gail Patrick) offers one of the tramps $5 to come with her to the Waldorf Ritz. When the tramp realizes he is to be paraded in front of high society for a lark, he darkens and verbally lays into the heiress with such anger that she falls backwards onto an ash pile.

'Let's beat Cornelia.'

‘Let’s beat Cornelia.’

While Cornelia marches of in a huff, the younger sister (a delightfully dizzy Carole Lombard) is quite happy to make a quick exit, but not before Godfrey gives her a piece of his mind. However, her doe-eyed innocence tempers him and he suggests that the two go to the Waldorf Ritz. “Let’s beat Cornelia.”

Upon arrival at the hotel, Godfrey finds himself in the middle of a mad house— the refined upper crust of the Manhattan aristocracy have converged in a glittering ballroom like a marauding band of pirates—goats, goldfish, spinning wheels and all manner of livestock are present as their captors battle it out to win the scavenger contest.
Indeed, as Mr. Bullock says (the booming baritone voiced Eugene Pallete) ‘all you need to start an asylum is a room and the right kind of people.’

Eugene Pallete as Mr. Bullock

Eugene Pallete as Mr. Bullock

The only figure of reason and dignity to be found in the room is the forgotten man that Irene drags to the platform. Upon winning the scavenger hunt, Godfrey is urged to make a speech. His words set the tone for the rest of the picture:

My purpose in coming here tonight was twofold. First, I wanted to aid this young lady. Second, I was interested to see how a pack of empty-headed nitwits conducted themselves. My curiosity has been satisfied. I assure you, it will be a pleasure to return to a society of really important people.’

And here is where we understand that although we are in for an hour and a half of outlandish zanity (I know zanity isn’t a word, but it should be, darn it!), in what is a peerless screwball comedy, we are in actuality witnessing a relentlessly acerbic statement against the social injustices that were so violently felt during the dark throes of the depression.
Gregory LaCava examines this social dichotomy by implanting the dignified, decent Godfrey as the butler for the outlandish and thoroughly ridiculous Bullock family. Ridiculous doesn’t begin to cover it: it isn’t uncommon for the Bullock girls to march horses into the house and them promptly forget them in the library. Nor is it uncommon for Mr. Bullock to have to pay off policemen and Process Servants for his family’s indiscretions.




Early on, Gregory La Cava's expert use of close-ups establishes the personalities of each of the main characters.

Godfrey’s principle characters in close-up.

Scrubbed up and shaven, Godfrey cuts a distinguished figure that is the sole voice of reason in the household, and at once captures the heart and whimsy of little Irene and her continually unsuccessful attempts at capturing his attentions make for much of the film’s gaiety.

LaCava’s direction here is fluid. My Man Godfrey possesses the look and feel and nuance of a Lubitsch film, while containing the madcap insanity of a Marx Brothers romp. So flawless is LaCava’s navigation of this thoroughly ridiculous farce, that even though LaCava unequivocally makes the film’s message clear from act one scene one, he never makes us feel as though we are watching a ‘message film.’



Cornelia informs Godfrey she intends to make his life miserable.

Cornelia informs Godfrey she intends to make his life miserable.

And even though the film has a simply beautiful sheen to it—all silvery shimmery celluloid loveliness—LaCava manages to be very economical in his excess. For the world of the Bullocks is one of complete excess, yet never does LaCava allow the film to become self-indulgent or shallow. He frames his shots beautifully and his frequent use of close-ups is never superficial: they either serve to advance the story or bring depth to the character. Of which, there are many and most of them unforgettable.

Carlo (Mischa Auer) attempts to cheer up Irene...

Carlo (Mischa Auer) attempts to cheer up Irene…

... which only worsens Irene's fit ...

… but only makes it worse …

... so she steals an unsolicited snog from Godfrey.

… so she steals an unsolicited snog from Godfrey.

Carol Lombard is at her unbridled, unrestrained best as the lovesick loony Irene Bullock who, although a spoiled little space cadet, has an endearing heart of gold and would be quite happy to live on a city dump with Godfrey for the rest of her life.  Her fearsome sister Cornelia is, as Godfrey puts it, a Park Avenue Brat, who decided to make an example out of Godfrey when he remains impervious to her advances by trying to make his life at the Bullock house something of a nightmare. Which includes her malevolent scheme to frame him as a common thief.

Carlo & Mrs. Bullock: two peas in a pod.

Carlo & Mrs. Bullock: two peas in a pod.

Cornelia Bullock: Park Avenue Brat

Cornelia Bullock: Park Avenue Brat

Impulsive, attention-hungry Iene

Impulsive, attention-hungry Iene

Alice Brady is an absolute delight as Angelica Bullock—a pleasantly dizzy socially conscious chameleon with a protégé named Carlo—the achingly funny Mischa Auer who is Mrs. Bullock’s pride and joy as well as the bane of Mr. Bullock’s existence. While Mr. Bullock’s hard earned fortune dwindles thanks to his family’s excesses (and his bad investments) it is easy for him to take most of his frustration out on the freeloading Carlo, an artiste in training whom Mrs. Bullock feels needs a constant atmosphere of idle reflection in order to cultivate his creativity.

And while the Bullock family delivers many high jinks and hilarity, the film as a whole is anchored in Godfrey’s resilient self-respect. He may be a homeless butler (or is he?) but he possesses more grace and decorum than any in the socially affluent Bullock household. William Powell’s dexterity of performance is quite remarkable and it is the absolute pillar upon which the film is built. His performance—shrewd, discreet and ever so urbane—is certainly why, seven decades on, the film still ticks like clockwork.

the butler didn't do it: Cornelias plot backfires.

the butler didn’t do it: Cornelias plot backfires.

'You see, I like you very much ...'

‘You see, I like you very much …’

Godfrey reveals himself to be one of Society’s upper crust—Godfrey Park of Boston who, after suffering a devastating blow to his pride from a failed romance, took up residence on the city dump and therein learned true self respect and dignity from the men around him. His wily, business savvy leads him to single-handedly saving Mr. Bullock from financial ruin, and in so doing teaches Cornelia the fallacy of false pride, all the while trying to wean the smitten Irene from his arm for her own good … that is to say, his own good. Against Godfrey’s better judgment, he’s developed ‘that funny feeling’ for the girl and decides it best to make his exit.

Irene, of course, has other plans.

Irene feigns a faint.

Irene feigns a faint.

The film concludes in a perfect, beautiful circle as Godfrey transforms his old home at the city dump into a revitalization project called (what else?) The Dump: a swanky nightclub that provides quality lodging and honest work to the Forgotten Men who’d lived there. Irene, determined to be Mrs. Godfrey Smith/Park/Whoever, chases him to the dump equipped with baskets of firewood and food supplies and blankets, expecting to make a home amidst ash and rubbish piles.

The Dump

The Dump

'When something's got you, it's got you!'

‘When something’s got you, it’s got you!’

'It'll all be over in a minute...'

‘It’ll all be over in a minute…’

Taking advantage of a justice of the peace dining at the club, Irene grabs hold of Godfrey’s hand and, as the justice begins the ceremony, she tells her speechless conquest, ‘Stand still Godfrey, it’ll all be over in a minute.’

The nobility of the working class everyman has rarely been so venerated, and the idle upper class has rarely been so scathingly reproached as in My Man Godfrey.  As the Bright Lights Film Journal puts it, “So long as we live in a world of vulgar inequalities, Godfrey will have relevance.”