Plot Synopsis: Practically every member of the Warner Bros. stock company except Glenda Farrell shows up in the rowdy, raunchy pre-Code comedy Convention City. Joan Blondell plays Nancy Lorraine, an enterprising lass who is employed by a big-city hotel as a "hostess" for out-of-town conventioneers. She spends a great deal of the film in the company of small-town businessman George Ellerbe (Guy Kibbee), who goes to great lengths to avoid his nagging wife (Ruth Donnelly). Weaving in and out of the proceedings are inveterate practical jokers Goodwin (Frank McHugh) and Hotstetter (Hugh Herbert), who use the convention as an excuse for a three-day binge. The plot rears its ugly head when Nancy finds her affections torn between slick CEO T.R. Kent (Adolphe Menjou) and handsome young salesman Jerry Ford (Dick Powell). The New York Times described it as, "Not a dull foot. One of the few comedies that can truthfully be called positive entertainment." Unfortunately, there are no known surviving prints of Convention City, so it remains one of the era's many "lost films."
Released on December 14, 1933, it was produced quickly!
Actors JOAN BLONDELL GUY KIBBEE RUTH DONNELLY FRANK McHUGH HUGH HERBERT DICK POWELL MARY ASTOR PATRICIA ELLIS HOBART CAVANAUGH GRANT MITCHELL GORDON WESTCOTT ADOLPHE MENJOU Directors ARCHIE MAYO Director Of Photography WILLIAM REES
Convention City opened Christmas Day 1933 in New York City. This lost film was supposed to been one of the Warner pre-Code movies that led to the imposition of the strict Production Code in July 1934.
New York Times review. Compared to some other Times reviews of Warner Bros. movies, such as Mordaunt Hall's review of Baby Face ("an unsavory subject"), this Times' Convention City review is pretty neutral. Variety gave a good review of Convention City. The Legion of Decency, on the other hand, condemned films like Convention City and Baby Face, and that group strictly censored Hollywood for some 25 years, until the old time studio system collapsed in the late 50s.
Convention City (1933): A Rowdy Sales Convention.
New York Times -- Published: December 25, 1933
In "Convention City" the Warners strike at the institution of the annual sales convention. Dusting off some of the good old sure-fire situations about tired commercial giants and suspicious wives, they have dumped them helter-skelter among such reliable laugh-getters as Guy Kibbee, Frank McHugh, Ruth Donnelly, Hugh Herbert and Joan Blondell. In a style that is a good deal too loud to be effectively satirical, "Convention City" examines the activities of the salesmen of the Honeywell Rubber Company at their yearly round-up in Atlantic City. Several of the jokes need a subterranean mind to be correctly understood. An accurate appraisal of "Convention City" should include the information that the Strand's audiences laughed long and loud.
Adolphe Menjou is the best thing in the new film. A consistently shrewd and amusing player, he appears here as the worldly-wise salesman who gallantly courts the president's daughter as an item in his campaign for the vacant position of sales manager (salary, $50,000 a year). Among the furiously rubber-stamp comicalities of the picture, Mr. Menjou stands out like a diamond in a 10-cent-store jewelry counter. Hugh Herbert and Frank McHugh put on a drunk act that is funny enough; the amiable Mr. Kibbee escapes from his wife long enough to be taught a severe lesson. Miss Blondell pursues her thick-witted quarry in that irreverent manner of hers that repetition is beginning to render tiresome. If one had to come right out and name a hilarious episode in "Convention City," the choice would probably be that scene in which the Messrs. Herbert and McHugh attempt to light the former's cigar from the latter's while both are jittery with drink.
Cost: $239,000 Profit: $77,500
It is uncommon for an actor who appeared only in sound films to have a lost film to his credit, but Dick Powell does. Convention City is a notorious lost film and one that is highly sought after, especially by pre-code enthusiasts.
There was a period in movie history when the film studios could get away with depicting a great deal on the screen. The first four years of the 1930s featured films that depicted sex, drug use, and violence, often all in the same film. Warner Brothers was one of the foremost studios to push the boundaries, and although religious groups complained and states had their own censor boards, these pre-code films continued to be made. Why? They made a lot of money.
We know today how big a role special interest groups can play in implementing policies; these groups were responsible for the introduction of the Production Code. Rules had already been put into place regarding the behavior allowed to be depicted on the screen, but they were not enforced until 1934. Rules like, "Excessive and lustful kissing is not to be shown on the screen. Six seconds is the maximum length..." were put into place and remained until the 1960s.
Convention City was especially racy. Its plot centers around a business convention filled with immoral participants. Guy Kibbee's objective is to have an affair while avoiding the watchful eye of his wife who has followed him. Joan Blondell plays a braless gold digger with ambitions to find a wealthy "daddy." Dick Powell looks to be an ideal victim. Adolphe Menjou plans to seduce his boss' daughter in order to win a promotion. Another attendee does his best to coax a goat into his room.
Producer Henry Blanke later said, "Me. I was the one. Single-handedly I brought on the whole Code." During a conference with the head of production, James Wingate, the head of the censorship board of New York, called Convention City, "...a pretty rowdy picture, dealing largely with drunkeness, blackmail and lechery, and without any particularly sympathetic characters or elements." Each state averaged about twenty cuts to the film.
In spite of the objections against it, Convention City remained a sought-after film years after its initial release. After the Production Code, there was no way it could ever see a re-release and Jack Warner was tired of fielding requests to rent it. He decided to burn all prints of the film including the original negative and the fine-grain positive. It is unlikely that a print will ever be found, so pre-code fanatics will have to salivate over its possibilites.
In late Autumn of 2003, the Vitaphone Project's online and print newsletter lamented what appears to be the utter and complete loss of both picture and sound elements for the 1933 Warner Bros. film "Convention City": "This was a major feature with a cast boasting many of Warner's top stars: Dick Powell, Adolph Menjou, Frank McHugh, Hugh Herbert, Joan Blondell, Guy Kibbee, Mary Astor and Ruth Donnelly. The tale goes that (the film) was so risque that it singlehandedly brought the Legion of Decency's wrath on Hollywood and that Jack Warner destroyed all prints as penance." "This story is is unlikely. The reality is that there were many much more notorious features released at the time, and all of them survive. That every known print of 'Convention City' worldwide should have been destroyed seems unlikely. Yet, no prints have surfaced. It does not appear to have been part of Warner's television package in the 1950's, although rumors persist that it was shown on British television in the sixties."
A search of the Warner vaults yielded nothing, not even the trailer. "In 1998, John Leifert was viewing some stock footage his employer, Getty Images, had purchased. One reel contained mute 'Convention City' footage of Atlantic City establishing shots, convention train arrivals, and boardwalk scenes as the apparent background (footage) for the opening titles." As with so many lost or missing films, the title's legend seems far greater and certainly more alluring than the reality. Or is it? Here's a reel-by-reel encapsulated view of the film. You decide.
We then meet some of the main players in the film: T.R. Kent (Adolphe Menjou) a slick Honeywell salesman who uses every trick in the book to sell Honeywell rubber products to hesitant vendors, including waterproof coats: "Now Mr. Maxwell, I want to bring to your attention the particular water-proof features of this coat, making the coat practically hermetically sealed!" Meek Honeywell salesman George Ellerbe (Guy Kibbee) and his domineering wife (Ruth Donnelly) who is busily arranging George before the pair leave for church: "Turn around. Let me see how you look. You know, you never get that thing on straight!" she chides, referring to what must have been the most horrid, unconvincing toupee ever seen on the screen. "Oh but darling, why do I have to wear a toupee? The darned thing's so itchy!" moans George. A messenger boy brings word of the confirmed locale for the upcoming convention, and Mrs. Ellerbe announces she plans to accompany George this time: "You'll not miss a chance of being made sales manager this time."
We're next introduced to Arlene Dale (Mary Astor) as Honywell's sharp and shapely female saleswoman, who sadly announces to her card playing pals: "Well boys, it's breaking my heart. I can't play tonight. I just got a wire from the Home Office and I got to shoot right back East for that Sales Convention." And, before the scene shifts to Atlantic City, we meet Frank McHugh as Will/Bill Goodwin, whose hotel tryst with his girlfriend Lulu (Barbara Rogers) is cut short by a bellhop arriving with a telegram: "Honey, I got to go to he convention. I just got time to catch the Dixie Flyer." When Lulu pouts and pleads "Oh, honeybunch, don't go leave me tonight" and wraps her arms around his neck, Goodwin pulls himself up and announces, as the scene fades out: "Darling, the saddest words of tongue or pen are these: 'It Might Have Been.' Scram!" We then meet Nancy Lorraine (Joan Blondell) as a young lady with, shall we say, an eye for opportunity. She and her friends are comparing notes on the various conventions scheduled for the town. One girl displays the riches yielded from a hapless member of the International Glue Company and Nancy breathlessly prattles off: "Yes, they're in town and so are the Carbon Removes of Detroit, the United Gold Miners of Nevada and the Associated Trust Company--- and the Ever Ready Bandage Company, and you'se girls lay off the lads because they belong to me!"
When word arrives that the Honeywell Rubber Company starts Monday, the girls cheer in unison and one says wearily "Thank heaven! I'm so tired of that Ever Ready Bandage Company!" An off-screen voice replies "Listen sister, if they tire you, you better leave town before the Hercules Tool Company gets here!" So ends the first reel of "Convention City."
The camera pauses before Mr. and Mrs. Ellerbe, and George is still struggling with his ill-fiting, itchy toupee as Mrs. Ellerbe drones on: "And when I say I'll go with you, I mean it! Here's one convention where you'll not come home from with a brassiere in your suitcase!" The camera moves on to Arlene Dale and T.R. Kent, the latter lamenting his unhappy marriage: "I'm willing to give her a divorce and a nice settlement. But she'd like to catch me in the wrong hotel room so she could have some judge award me the gold in my teeth." Arlene's personal interest in Kent seems more than casual, and prompted by her questions we learn that all T.R. Kent hopes for is to rid himself of his vitriolic, clinging wife and to land the job of Honeywell Sales Manager: "I want that job more than I've ever wanted anything and it isn't just the big money either. It'd mean that all the tough years I spent with this company finally counted for something." Arlene Dale wishes him luck, and he excuses himself to visit the gent's facilities --- where he encounters George Ellerbe. "What are you doing in there?" he asks of George. "A haven of quiet and refuge. The only place on the whole train where my wife can't annoy me." "How did you get away?" "She fell asleep, the old Frigidaire!"
The scene shifts to an assembly hall within the Atlantic City hotel where the Honeywell group is settled. J.B. Honeywell himself is addressing the boisterous crowd. As he does, his words are contrasted with shots of action which suggest that anything but business and productivity will be the order of the day for this convention: "Friends and fellow workers! This enthusiasm warms my heart and makes me proud of this organization. First, let me say that today's session will be a short one. I recognize that we're all tired from our trip and need a good night's rest before we settle down to business. Bear in mind, members of the great Honeywell happy family, that we are assembled here in this great city to work and plan for the coming year. Of course, you will enjoy yourselves among the many diversified pleasures abounding in this beautiful resort --- but I trust that you will keep the dignity and importance of this company in mind and will draw the line between decent, honest enjoyment and - er - profligacy. It is obvious that some of us are in no condition to attend to business today. We will sing the company song and adjourn until 9:30 tomorrow morning. Rise please. Mr. Travis, will you do the honors?" As the third reel closes, Mr. Travis (Johnny Arthur) leads the delegation in the company song: "Oh Honeywell, oh Honeywell, your trademark brings us glory. When feet are cold, and pulse is low, Hot water bags make our hearts glow..."
Morning. Nancy is shaking Jerry awake. They're alone in the hotel room --- and her well rehearsed routine is about to be set into action. Jerry awakens, and is startled to see Nancy. "What are you doing here?" "You locked the door, and wouldn't let me out." "Did you stay here all night?" "Oh, what will mother say!" "Do you have to tell her?" "She'd know the minute she looked into my eyes! And she'd tell father." "Is your father here too?" "Yes, him and my three brothers. They're policemen!" "Say listen, Nancy, don't cry. Now wait a minute. It's all my own fault. If I hadn't been so drunk I'd never done a thing like that." "Oh, my family will throw me out! Oh!" (crying) "They're so strict! Father said he'd kill the man who ---" "Would money ---??" "Are you trying to insult me?" "Darling, please. No, I didn't mean it that way. I meant that maybe I could --- could sort of repay you for the wrong I've done." "Well, if you put it on that basis ---" "Sure! Just to show you how sorry I am. Come on, now. Wouldn't you accept a little gift from me?" "Maybe I would. I could take mother south for her kidneys. I could get her out of town before she'd tell father about us." "How much would you need?" "About a thousand dollars in cash." "Why, I haven't got that much!" "Do you want me to face my family?" "Now what a minute, wait a minute. Now, I didn't say no. A thousand dollars? I've only got four hundred dollars. That wouldn't do your mother's kidneys any good." "No, they're awfully big kidneys." "Look, you stay right here. I think I know where I can borrow the money. You wait right here!"
Jerry dashes over to T.R. Kent, explains his dilemma, and asks for $600. Kent sizes up the situation at once, tells Jerry to stay put, and saunters into his room to confront Nancy. "Good morning, small pox! I understand that you'd like a thousand dollars?" "Is that any of your business?" "Certainly. I'm the paymaster. Now, here's a nice, new, fresh, crisp twenty dollar bill straight from the United States mint." "I'll take fifty of 'em." "Shall I call the house detective?" "He's a pal of mine." "And the District Attorney? Is he a pal of yours too?" "I'll take a hundred bucks." "Twenty. Twenty, darling. That's generous -- even for conventions. Are you listening?" "Why you good-for-nothing-rubber-goods peddler!" "Nice day for a walk. Come on baby. Come on, sleeping sickness. You're wasting my time." "You think you're smart, don't you? "No, not smart -- just experienced."
As he ushers the half-dressed Nancy out of the hotel room, a shocked Mrs. Ellerbe witness the departure from the hotel corridor and storms back into her room: "George! What kind of a place is this? Disgraceful! Outrageous! Disgusting?" "What's disgusting, dear?" inquires George. "Oh, that Kent person had a woman in his room all night! I just saw her leave. The idea of such conduct right across the hall from me! I'm moving out. I refuse to stay another second in this -- this house of ill --" "Now, now darling --- it may just be some lady who knocked on his door by mistake. Or something." "Or something! Well, anyhow, I'm certainly glad I didn't let you come to this convention alone!" "Oh, I wouldn't think of it dear."
Of course, Kent's willingness to secure Ellerbe's liberty isn't purely out of kindness. He knows that if Ellerbe's sterling reputation could be tarnished a bit, he'd be a cinch to land the Sales Manager job they're both in the running for. So, when Ellerbe inquires about the little girl who sat on his lap the night before --- Nancy, Kent eagerly provides him with a way to contact her.
Two new characters and players are introduced here: Patricia Ellis as Claire Honeywell (daughter of J.B. Honeywell) who is seemingly as fond of Jerry Ford as he is of her --- and the much despised Mrs. Kent, played by Shelia Terry, who is intent on catching her husband in actionable circumstances. Although Mrs. Ellerbe hasn't yet left town to rush to the side of her supposedly ill sister in Cleveland, Nancy loses no time in hustling George to a furrier, where she is modeling an expensive full-length model: "And what a bargain! Only fifteen hundred dollars," gushes Nancy. George is appropriately aghast. "Oh, but you can't say 'no,' you cute little cupcake! You'll break a baby's heart!" "Well, fifteen hundred dollars is an awful lot of money ---" "But I'm an awful sweet girl!" A new customer arrives at the fur shop, and George's reaction leaves little doubt as to who it is. "What's the matter? You having a stroke?" asks Nancy. "So this is why you sneaked out of the room! I'll teach you to buy hussies fur coats!" rants Mrs. Ellerbe. The quick thinking Nancy cuts in: "Now that the Madame is here, perhaps she'd like to model the fur coat herself?" "Model? Oh! Oh! I beg your pardon dear! You were getting a surprise for me! And I've spoiled everything by walking in on you this way!" George all but collapses, but gathers himself enough to vow to repay Nancy in any way she wishes: "You saved my life --- I'll see you tomorrow!"
In scenes that follow, we learn that Mrs. Ellerbe is to leave for Cleveland on the morning train, and that Jerry brags to Kent and Arlene Dale that he has a date with Claire Honeywell --- both of whom think highly of her and advise Jerry to play up to her for all he's worth.
Kent leaves the meeting virtually walking on air --- but he suddenly suffers pangs of guilt over setting George up with Nancy, and by cooking up the scheme that resulted in his wife leaving Atlantic City on the morning train. He expresses his doubts to Arlene Dale: "Listen, if that Nancy Lorraine gets George over a barrel, I'll be responsible." "Nothing's going to happen, his wife's out of town." "Yes, and I sent her there. Don't forget that." "So what?" "So what? If I get the job as Sales Manager and George Ellerbe, who after twenty years with this company gets into a scandal, I'd have to fire him and I got him into it! I'd never forgive myself!" "Are you George Ellerbe's wet nurse? He's over twenty-one." "Well, I don't like it." Kent's prophecy of doom isn't only accurate, but it's being played out that very moment up in George's hotel room --- where he and Nancy are in the midst of a game of "Catch and Kiss."
Either due to a cigarette or cigarette lighter, Nancy's frock catches fire. Although she's unharmed after being doused with water, the dress is ruined. George advises her to take it off before she catches cold. "Ain't you the one?," muses Nancy, "Just a guy what sets little girls on fire!" "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet baby! Now don't worry about that dress. I'll get you another one --- a hundred of 'em if you want." "How do I know you'll get me a new one?" "How do you know it? I'm going to prove it to you babe. I'm going to have to buy you a new dress. There it goes --- out the window!" With that, Nancy's burnt, wet dress is flung out of the hotel window --- and, as it got caught on a hook on the frock, so is George's toupee!
A knock at the door. A male figure pushes into the room. Phil Lorraine. Nancy's husband and "business" partner. The old, old scam ensues. "What do you mean by pushing in here like this?" demands George. "I'll tell you what I mean! I saw you come into this room with my wife!" "Y-y-your wife?" "I'm Phil Lorraine. Nancy's husband. You heart thief! You home wrecker!" Nancy and Phil set George up for a financial killing. "Phil! Don't! It's all my fault! Don't kill him! He didn't know I was married!" "All right, I won't dirty my hands on him. Nor you, either, you dirty little double crossing --- Just wait 'till I get you in court!" "Court! Court!" exclaims George, his eyes all but popping out of their sockets. "Oh, now wait a minute, Mr. Nancy ---" "Huh?" "I mean, Mr. Lorraine. Listen, we -- we got to use our heads! We got to talk this thing over coolly. Now wait a minute. Now sit down and listen to me. Do I look like a man that would break up a home?" "Yes."
The scene shifts to the hotel lobby where another unwelcome presence is newly arrived: Mrs. Ellerbe, who flew back to Atlantic City with a vengeance after learning that her sister was in the pink of health. Kent spots her, and begs Will Goodwin (Frank McHugh) to stall her in the lobby while he dashes upstairs to check on George. He attempts to do so with inane conversation involving a canary that sports a full set of teeth, and by asking her advice on which breed of dog makes for the best pet.
Upstairs, George and Phil Lorraine are talking cash settlements. Phil demands five thousand dollars to forget about the incident. George admits to only having one thousand on hand --- and Phil agrees to take it. George beams at having put one over. "And a check for the rest," adds Phil. George's smile fades.
Before George can flee, Mrs. Ellerbee arrives. Kent hides George and Nancy behind the bathroom door and explains to Mrs. Ellerbe that he was using George's shower because his was out of order. He asks her to leave the room so he might dress. Mrs. Ellerbe consents to return to the lobby. Once she departs, Kent instructs George: "Listen, out the window and down the fire escape. Meet her in the lobby. Hurry!" "Oh, if I ever get out of this, I'll never look at another woman. I'll enter a monastery! But what about her? (indicating Nancy)" "That's my department," responds Kent. George departs out the window. "Now get your dress on and scram!" orders Kent to the glowering Nancy. "George threw it out the window. Besides, I like it here and I'm going to stay. I want to meet Mrs. Ellerbe. In fact, I think I'll receive her in the bedroom."
Down in the lobby, Mrs. Ellerbe is rescued from Bill Goodwin's ongoing discussion of dog breeds by the arrival of George: "Well! Marjorie darling! This is a pleasant surprise! Well, well, well --- I suppose my dear little sister-in-law is better?" "Where's your toupee?" "Oh, well --- that's funny. It must have blown off!" "Too bad your head didn't go with it."
Mrs. Ellerbe isn't quite done stirring the pot. She waves over Mrs. Kent from the side of the lobby, who saunters up to George and his wife in the company of two detectives. Mrs. Ellerbe directs them up to George's room where she informs Mrs. Kent "I think I've got an eyeful waiting for you." Mrs. Kent and the detectives burst into the Ellerbe room, where they find the undressed Nancy and T.R. Kent in the midst of discussion. Camera flashbulbs pop. "This'll double your alimony, Mrs. Kent," observes one of the detectives. "Sorry to intrude Ted," gloats Mrs. Kent, "but we'll only stay a second. Thanks, Miss, I've been waiting for years to catch him this way."
In lieu of cash, Nancy picks up Mrs. Ellerbe's new fur coat off the chair and dons it --- but things turn from bad to worse for Kent when Claire arrives at the hotel room door and Kent weakly explains that Nancy is his kid sister, visiting from Washington. Claire seems to buy the ruse, but in the lobby, Kent, Nancy and Claire encounter Mrs. Ellerbe --- who recognizes her coat on Nancy.
The remainder of the reel plays out with Kent and George attempting to untangle themselves from the worst of all scenarios. Kent insists Nancy is his sister from Washington, Mrs. Ellerbe insists Nancy is the furrier shop girl, and is keen to know why she's wearing it. Etc., etc.
Finally, the time has come for J.B. Honeywell to announce his choice as Sales Manager. With all convention attendees gathered in the assembly hall, the Chairman of the Board takes the podium. As he speaks the camera cuts between the various players in the drama --- all eager to learn who wins the prized position: "And now, my friends, the time is ripe for me to make a vastly important announcement. In fact, most of you have been waiting to hear it ever since this convention opened. I need hardly say that it concerns the appointment of a new General Sales Manager. The choice is finally narrowed down to two candidates." "Two candidates, whose ability, sales orders, and time of service with the company were about equal. As is my custom in cases involving a position of trust, I made a thorough investigation into the private lives of these two men, paying special attention to their -- er, morals. I delved. I pried. I studied, and I learned. Then, and not until then, I made my decision, with which I shall now acquaint you." "It affords me great pleasure, ladies and gentlemen, to announce that our next General Sales Manager will be neither of the two men to whom I just referred. But that loyal, efficient, intelligent, moral gentleman --- Mr. William Goodwin!" "That's me!" pipes up Goodwin (Frank McHugh,) tagging the exclamation with his trademark laugh.
The scene shifts to the train station, where the participants are leaving for home. We learn that T.R. Kent and Dale plan to wed once his divorce from the current Mrs. Kent is final --- and that George Ellerbe's future life with his wife looks to be bleaker than ever --- and that the fickle Claire has secured a position for Jerry Ford as Assitant Sales Manager.
Just before the camera pulls back and out, we see Mrs. Ellerbe and George boarding the train, and George still vainly pleading "Let me explain!" "You alley cat!" hisses Mrs. Ellerbe to the hapless George an instant before the "End" title appears.
Now, granted this cobbled and imperfect overview of "Convention City" can't begin to even hint at the accompanying screen visuals --- but I suspect you'll agree with my estimation that "Convention City" would be a damned good seventy minutes of pre-code fun (we'll forgive that rather flat ending too certainly!) but as a whole, the film is hardly worthy of the legendary scarlet hued aura that has clung to it over the decades.
The dialogue certainly isn't especially provocative, and neither are the situations when compared to what reached the screen in "Baby Face," "Safe in Hell," and a clutch of other titles of the period. While I won't even begin to guess as to why "Convention City" vanished so completely, we do know --- via period publications, that the film wasn't on the receiving end of public wrath and outrage, and that it enjoyed a normal and healthy distribution --- from the close of 1933 into late summer of 1934, where it was playing on double bills or accompanying vaudeville presentations. Indeed, in at least one case, a theater brought the film back for a repeat run some months after the title's initial booking, indicating it was an audience favorite.
So, in the end, "Convention City" survives today only a fragment of mute stock footage and on paper --- in the form of period reviews, advertisements and dialogue scripts laboriously prepared by state censorship boards eager to find material in need of deletion. In the case of the New York State Board of Censors, "Convention City" passed with flying colors --- virtually unscathed, save for the removal of the dialogue aboard the train wherein a woman boasts of the length of her operation scar, and for Ruth Donnelly's closing description of Guy Kibbee as an "alley cat."
Until a print of "Convention City" turns up --- and that's not an impossibility, given the amount of footage that has been tossed ashore lately from sources far and wide --- we're left with nothing except the hope and expectation that we might some day have the pleasure of seeing not a historic turning point in cinema, or a victim of public opinion --- but simply a terrific adult comedy enacted by some of the best performers on the screen. Such a film as "Convention City" could only come from one studio at one point in time --- the Warner Brothers lot of 1933. As the crowning achievement of pre-code cinema comedy, the absence of "Convention City" is deeply mourned.
Sources: from the internet: allmovie (website), GroupServe (website), and Vitaphone Varieties (website).
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