It seems comical to think now that a man considers himself fit for hell for spending his life lusting after beautiful women... how far we've fallen since 1943... but Henry Van Cleve is never so bad, thanks to Don Ameche's charming performance. The hell's waiting room bookends are delightful and first hour is pacey but the latter half of the movie begins to drag as Henry becomes older and better behaved, the roster of excellent supporting characters gradually die off, and the witty script gives way to a sentimental earnestness. It was fun to discover that Henry and I share a birthday though.

Divorce Italian style is much funnier.. But I like this traditional and baroque aurea of Ernst Lubitsch movies. It's a cliche story but much better than in most Hollywood movies.

It's surprisingly sweet!