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Small Town Girl from 1936 with Janet Gaynor and Robert Taylor
Once enforced in 1934, the movie production code forced every silly "we're married so it's okay if we have sex" scheme onto the screen in the second half of the thirties - in Small Town Girl, college man, wealthy scion and engaged Robert Taylor meets townie dreamer Gaynor by chance and, in a completely not-believable scene, gets drunk and marries her that same day.
Gaynor, itching to get out of her small town (I have nothing against small towns and liked hers, but would have walked barefoot over broken glass to get away from her brain-dead family) commits a sin of omission and just lets it happen.
Once Taylor tells his surprisingly cool-about-it parents - it was nice to see them not stereotyped as snooty blue-bloods horrified by what the cat dragged in, but instead, they where respectful to Gaynor - all agreed to a six month marriage that would end with a quiet divorce to prevent talk and scandal, which would allow Taylor to, then, marry his less-than-thrilled-with-the-arrangement fiancee (she, though, is snooty).
To make the marriage appear genuine to the outside world, Taylor and Gaynor embark on a long honeymoon cruise on the family's private yacht. If you are at all a fan of 1930s rom-coms/screwball comedies, then you can all but guess what happens next (motivated by the rule that two young, good looking people will fall in love and do all that goes along with it when stuck alone on a boat for weeks), but the fun is watching it happen as Gaynor and Taylor are engaging in this fast-paced movie.
It's a shame that the production code mangled movies for decades, but some of them, like this one, worked out okay anyway as light entertainment.
Once enforced in 1934, the movie production code forced every silly "we're married so it's okay if we have sex" scheme onto the screen in the second half of the thirties - in Small Town Girl, college man, wealthy scion and engaged Robert Taylor meets townie dreamer Gaynor by chance and, in a completely not-believable scene, gets drunk and marries her that same day.
Gaynor, itching to get out of her small town (I have nothing against small towns and liked hers, but would have walked barefoot over broken glass to get away from her brain-dead family) commits a sin of omission and just lets it happen.
Once Taylor tells his surprisingly cool-about-it parents - it was nice to see them not stereotyped as snooty blue-bloods horrified by what the cat dragged in, but instead, they where respectful to Gaynor - all agreed to a six month marriage that would end with a quiet divorce to prevent talk and scandal, which would allow Taylor to, then, marry his less-than-thrilled-with-the-arrangement fiancee (she, though, is snooty).
To make the marriage appear genuine to the outside world, Taylor and Gaynor embark on a long honeymoon cruise on the family's private yacht. If you are at all a fan of 1930s rom-coms/screwball comedies, then you can all but guess what happens next (motivated by the rule that two young, good looking people will fall in love and do all that goes along with it when stuck alone on a boat for weeks), but the fun is watching it happen as Gaynor and Taylor are engaging in this fast-paced movie.
It's a shame that the production code mangled movies for decades, but some of them, like this one, worked out okay anyway as light entertainment.