A plain divorce causes enough attention. This will be meat for a nine days' wonder.
Slowly but surely, I am ticking off the non-horror films that James Whale directed in the brief time he was active in Hollywood. Tonight's selection, which TCM premiered back in January, was 1934's One More River, based on the novel by John Galsworthy. Made right before Whale embarked upon Bride of Frankenstein, it boasted a screenplay by R.C. Sheriff, author of Journey's End, the play that brought Whale to Hollywood in the first place, and the previous year's adaptation of The Invisible Man. This was a different kettle of fish entirely, though, since it's a story about a woman from a good family (Diana Wynyard) who leaves her abusive lout of a husband (Colin Clive) and has a dickens of a time extricating herself from the marriage.
Complicating matters is the nice young chap Wynyard meets on the voyage home from Ceylon who becomes quite smitten with her (Frank Lawton). She's quite content to let him hang around like a lost puppy, but when Clive arrives on the next boat and presses his suit (somehow he imagines he still has a chance of winning her back) things get ugly in a hurry. Eventually Clive hires a detective to follow the relatively indiscreet couple around and, once he has enough dirt on them, initiates divorce proceedings (during which his case is argued by barrister Lionel Atwill). What comes out on the witness stand (and even what Wynyard chooses to keep to herself) may not seem very revealing to us, but it's scandalous enough to attract an eager crowd of onlookers. As Wynyard moans, "You can always find an audience to watch suffering."