The third time Leslie Howard and Bette Davis starred together for Warner Brothers (after Of Human Bondage and The Petrified Forest) is a change of genre but a similar level of quality. It's a screwball comedy about an egotistical, philandering Shakespearian actor who tries to shake off the attentions of a teenage fan under the close scrutiny of his on-off fiancée.
It's so funny thanks to a witty script and a flamboyant performance from Howard as the pompous thespian. Olivia de Havilland is young and pretty enough as the besotted adolescent. Her own suitor asks Howard to visit her father's country house and make himself as unpleasant as possible, to break her infatuation.
Which is a decent premise, because we are never sure if he is faking or really is that awful! Davis is fine as the bride-to-be, but screwball isn't her speciality. The central relationship is between the actor and his devoted dresser/finagler (Eric Blore). And that is a lot of lively fun as they seamlessly slip between roles the star has played on the stage.
It's a pacy farce set among the upper classes, with a lot of genuine laughs. It’s likely everyone involved has seen John Barrymore in Twentieth Century (1934). It's not as good as that, but should be better known. And it's a fine opportunity for Howard to overact with theatrical abandon.