My Man Godfrey

Screwball comedies should be a little more--oh, I don't know--comedic. This one is about halfway there: not hilarious, but it hits the mark with a regular set of howlers. There's also a taste of social commentary running through the film, though even in its most explicit appearances it remains underdeveloped. The cool presence of William Powell helps the proceedings immensely, and that fact raises the bar high enough for a tentative recommendation.