Kattiera Nana I think this is a new genre that they're all sort of working their way through it and haven't got all the kinks worked out yet but it's a genre that works for me.

WasAnnon Slow pace in the most part of the movie.

ShangLuda Admirable film.

TrueHello Fun premise, good actors, bad writing. This film seemed to have potential at the beginning but it quickly devolves into a trite action film. Ultimately it's very boring.

Dunham16 Other than traditional late 1930's movie values not necessarily for folks not fond of this nostalgic nosegay category, one of the funniest. Nonsense at a retail chain heats up when the runaway heiress to the chain, chased by her grandfather unaware of where she is, and by a hard boiled reporter who has figured it out, is supported by a wonderful cast of screwball nuts outdone only by a superb Virginia Bruce and Frederic March as the heiress and reporter. You expect to see some scenes of the heiress surrounded by her family's luxury, the heroine and hero and heroine separately playing non romantic sequences in their underwear, physical comedy snuck in at every turn whether it forwards the story or not, and THE END practically flashed on the screen before the hero and heroine can get married. Despite this, the film holds your attention and keeps you laughing.

vincentlynch-moonoi This film had two strikes against it (at least for me) to start with -- it's another 1930s comedy about a missing heiress and a cast with which (other than Frederick March) I wasn't very familiar. I almost turned it off after the first 10 minutes, but I'm glad I stuck with it. It really is quite good. Frederick March was, of course, a very respected actor, and he does very nicely here. I wasn't familiar with Virginia Bruce, but she does very nicely here as the heiress...but hardly a spoiled one, which is perhaps what makes this film work so well. I also was not familiar with Patsy Kelly, but she does nicely as the wacky new-best-friend. Eugene Palette (you'll know his rotund figure and barrel-chested voice) is great, as always, as a character actor here. And it was nice seeing Claude Gillingwater (who was Mr. Manette in "A Tale Of Two Cities") as the grandfather. If there are any weaknesses to mention, first there's a rather weak ending, and secondly, there's Arthur Lake (of Dagwood fame), and as always I failed to see the talent. But there are some nice moments, including a rather wacky skating segment, which doesn't have a heck of a lot to do with the plot, but is nonetheless entertaining. All in all it's a pleasant movie, and better than I expected. Good to view at least once, if you're at all a fan of 1930s movies.

xredgarnetx HEART is an attempt at a screwball comedy that fails for a couple of reasons: a plot that gets too entangled, to the point of incredulity, and a lead actress who may look a little like Carol Lombard, but clearly isn't. Virginia Bruce is the female in question as a runaway heiress who ends up working incognito in her grandfather's department store, clearly meant to resemble Macy's. The thin-faced Bruce is a bit too wistful for the role, unfortunately. The role really could have used Lombard -- or Thelma Todd or Irene Dunne or Katherine Hepburn or Claudette Colbert, or even one of the Bennett sisters. Frederic March is, as always, note-perfect as a cynical reporter on Bruce's trail who -- what else? -- ends up falling for her. There is a stunt-filled ice skating sequence that takes up a bit too much time, compounded by a very rushed ending that leaves major plot strings untied. The wonderful Eugene Palette is on hand as March's blustery editor, and wisecracking Patsy Kelly is in fine form as a downtrodden store clerk who takes Bruce in. This may be no BRINGING UP BABY or NOTHING SACRED or IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT, but it is fun to watch March, Kelly and Palette in action. And it is also viewable in its historic context, surrounded as it was by several masterpieces of the genre.

bkoganbing Though the gimmick of the runaway heiress was beginning to wear thin by 1938, There Goes My Heart still is entertaining enough with a sparkling cast going through it's usual paces.Virginia Bruce is our heiress in this one and reprising his role of hard hitting reporter from Nothing Sacred is Fredric March. Two leads of this magnitude is not usual for the Hal Roach studio which normally was doing two and three reel comedies. But even though this is recycled material it still is served up rather nicely. Best scene for March and Bruce is at the skating rink playing musical chairs on roller skates. March is good, but this was the kind of material Cary Grant would have relished.Hal Roach did give his director Norman McLeod a fabulous supporting cast to work with all going through their various screen images that we love. Best in the group is Patsy Kelly playing the shop-girl who happens to work in Bruce's grandfather's department store and who takes in Bruce not knowing who she is and gets her job at the store. Nancy Carroll the former silent screen star is a jealous co-worker and Irving Bacon is the sexually harassing supervisor. Others in this incredibly good cast are Claude Gillingwater as Bruce's tycoon grandfather, Eugene Palette as March's editor, Arthur Lake as March's friend and newspaper photographer and Alan Mowbray as Kelly's boyfriend studying to be a chiropractor. Yes, Alan Mowbray and Patsy Kelly as a couple. Until i saw this film I never would have believed them as a screen team. Patsy's best moments are demonstrating an exercise machine at the store. You should also see newly hired sales person Virginia Bruce waiting on Marjorie Main.At the very end of the film, former silent screen comic star Harry Langdon plays a minister. At this point in his career, Langdon was accepting any kind of work and part he could get. Nothing especially hilarious about his performance, it's too brief and he's surrounded by too many other high caliber performers in this cast to shine in any way.It's not one of Fredric March's best films, but it's still amusing enough and the ensemble can't be beat.