The Art of Cinema #34
The Thin Man (1934)
If the pre-code era had to end, at least it went out with a bang with this late-cycle entry that's the epitome of wit and sophistication in Hollywood. Apparently Louis B. Mayer didn't think Loy was right for the role, and thought Powell was too old, but luckily W.S. Van Dyke thought differently after working with them on Manhattan Melodrama. With instinctive decision-making ability like that, I'm amazed Mayer lasted as long as he did in pictures.
I love lobby cards. They're simple, eloquent and, I can't stress this enough, cheap to frame. But often the use of one well-chosen photograph, and perhaps a smattering of design, can say volumes about the film it's promoting. And I'd be lying if I didn't say my eyes didn't mist up at the sight of Myrna Loy...if ever there was a Perfect Woman in the history of cinema, she's it. Sure, Jean Harlow and Clara Bow would be fun for a while, but you would almost taste the bitter end even at the very beginning of it all. Loy would be in it for the long haul.