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Every Day's a Holiday [VHS]

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In her final picture for Paramount, Mae stars as a confidence woman named Peaches O'Day, who sells the Brooklyn Bridge and is run out of New York City; she comes back disguised (in a black wig) as French singer Fifi and exposes some crooked cops! The Hays office again came down heavily on Mae's suggestive behaviour, and this left her with little to work with. Mae's rather restricted range of expression and movement was, by 1937, beginning to pall on the public. Purity Leaguers still kept a corset on her screen dialogue, but she had just outraged both the church and press with a bawdy version of the Adam and Eve tale on the radio. This Emanuel Cohen production was actually one of her better vehicles, colourfully set in New York City of the 1890's. Mae sells the Brooklyn Bridge to easy mark Herman Bing, who's run out of town by cop Edmund Lowe and is brought back to trap a corrupt police chief (Lloyd Nolan). The lively Jo Swerling plot was scripted by West as usual, and director Edward Sutherland got laughs via pros like Charles Winninger, Chester Conklin, Charles Butterworth and Louis Armstrong. West's curves were adorned - for the only time - by the famed designer Schiaparelli. Mae made four more pictures and many stage tours before she died in 1980 at 87.

Celebrate New Year's Eve 1999 with this classic comedy set on New Year's Eve 1899! Legendary sexpot Mae West, super sexy at age 44 here, plays a bad girl who climbs into politics wrong by wrong (don't they all! ) She promotes husky hunk Edmund Lowe - no doubt she loves his platform. Mae is the only woman in the picture except for a few bit part character actresses - needlessly to say it was HER favorite of her own films.

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Thanks to the censors, Mae West's final film for Paramount is a tame little farce that trades heavily on the star's (fairly lame) impersonation of a brunette Frenchwoman. Dressed by Schiaparelli, she looks great, but it's a dull affair.