Mr. Frederick March's rise as an actor of no mean significance has been most pleasant. He is one of the men of the screen who can say "I love you" and "Oh, but you don't understand" with a certain amount of restraint that assures you that you are not listening to someone with mythological attributes. He has acquired a certain savoir faire which makes for a restful enjoyment of his performance.

Armed with the last vestiges of "The Royal Family" -- gestures, double-breasted suit, and all--he steps through his latest offering with a debonair air of assurance, avoiding the usual movie smart Alec flippancy. He plays the part of a wealthy wastrel, who reforms because of the proximity of a charming secretary (Claudette Colbert) with a natural grace. Just here let it be said that Miss Colbert certainly seems to be worth reforming for.

At any, rate, Mr. March is given plenty of opportunity to reform and to show his love for his secretary because of the utter weakness of Miss Colbert's husband, whom she has acquired in the mean time. He does it by some grand gestures and, of course, finally wins the charming Claudette.

The dialogue at times rises to sparkling heights of which several very excellent remarks, passed off by Mr. March, will undoubtedly be reechoed about Boston drawing rooms for some time.

The performance of Miss Colbert is almost faultless while Charles Ruggles and Ginger Rogers contribute some fair comedy.