vincentlynch-moonoi Sometimes I don't like a film, but this film annoyed me. I guess I have a tendency to like people who are responsible. And the two main characters here -- played by Robert Taylor and Myrna Loy. It all begins when the two run into each other and go on an evening fling where every bit of gambling they do brings in more money. So, egged on by Taylor's character, they get married (in part due to alcohol) and plan to live a life based on doing as little work as possible and having as many going on a lark days and nights as possible. Of course, they need a place to live, and to have that Taylor needs a job, so he becomes a very successful paint salesman. At various times it's difficult to tell which character is more irresponsible, but ultimately Loy becomes the one yearning for a home and some stability. The biggest problem of the whole film is that when it ends...suddenly...we're not sure if the couple is going to go Loy's way, or Taylor's way. At that point I felt I wasted my time watching the movie.Don't get me wrong. The acting here is really good and Taylor is strikingly handsome. The problem is the concept of the script. In fact, for the first third of the film I kept wondering if there was actually plot, or if this was going to be 82 minutes of people just acting frivolously. The plot shows up about halfway through the film. Oh, and tell me how a man with $0 always has such a nice, and nicely pressed suit.There are 3 people I'll mention in the supporting cast: the usually rather staid (but always good) Henry O'Neill as Loy's father; there is one funny scene where he is drunk! Perpetually grumpy Charles Lane as the boss at the paint store. And Marjorie Main -- acting and sounding NOTHING at all like Ma Kettle -- as the land lady.I'm still holding my nose on this one.

bkoganbing Back in the Thirties every studio was making a film or three a year about an heiress and the guy she eventually would marry in the film. Probably the actresses most identified with playing heiresses were Carole Lombard and Myrna Loy. In Lucky Night Myrna Loy teamed for the one and only time with Robert Taylor where she is another madcap heiress that movies loved back in those Thirties.Probably the genre was overdone by the time Lucky Night came out because there certainly isn't anything original about it. It probably could have been put over a lot better had they done this at Paramount with Loy lent out over there to appear with Bing Crosby. With a couple of songs this film might have worked better because the part that Taylor has here, the footloose and fancy free charmer was something Crosby could do in his sleep.As it is Loy is bored with the stuffed shirts that she sees in her social set, none of them quite do it for her including the last one Joseph Allen. So she meets Robert Taylor sitting on a park bench and the two have a madcap evening and wind up the next day hung over and married. That doesn't please Loy's father Henry O'Neill a bit.It's when they try to make a go of it as an ordinary 9 to 5 average American couple that the film just bogs down. And it never really gets back on track by the time it ends.In the Citadel Film series book on The Films of Robert Taylor Lucky Night is described as the first of three dud films that Taylor made, the others being Lady Of The Tropics and Remember. It's not that Lucky Night was as bad as the other two, but it never does gel after the first third is over. It certainly created no demand to team Loy and Taylor again.

awdude This movie presents some good ideas about the manner of living life. The characters ably portrayed the pulls and tugs of living safely versus serendipity. It also demonstrates a good working relationship between people in a marriage who are working together as a team. How often is honesty between people present in real life?Cinematography, costumes, and sets rate at least a B if not higher, so I can not imagine the source of disapproval unless it is with the ideas presented. But of these things, even the millionaire steel company owner approved. Whether or not other reviewers saw these things, I can not tell.

aberlour36 This may be the golden age of movies, but now and then (e.g. Penny Serenade) MGM could produce a certified turkey. This gets almost as bad as it gets. And it's 1939, the best year ever for films. Whew.