In the ’30s folks are REAL concerned about "quacks." And we’re not talking about the business end of a mallard — these fellas are sleazeball doctors who promise speedy cures for, ahem, "social diseases."
Like the beauty queen who went chasing her stage dreams in the big city and winds up flat on her back doing the carnal cha-cha with some horn dog her theatrical agent set her up with. Free-flowing champagne greased her chastity, which in turn saddled lovely Millicent with a nasty case of syphilis. Now she can’t go home to her high-school sweetheart — to "marry" him. Until cured, doctors say she can never get married, but what they’re really saying is she can’t HAVE S-E-X.
Millicent’s also been warned about the aforementioned quacks, but she isn’t the brightest gal and STILL gets duped into thinking she’s ALL CLEAR to diddle her unsuspecting beau. They marry (a couple-dozen times) and hatch a rug rat, but the scourge of "social disease" wreaks terrible vengeance. Pretty racy stuff for its day: Men and women dancing and pairing off to "go upstairs." Handsy secretaries admire each other’s figures. And there’s even a disturbing allusion to a sexual predator of children.
Notables: No breasts. One corpse. Dancing girls. Pedophilia. Gratuitous costume-party footage. Crooked doctors. Knowing nods.
Quotables: Sheila the swingin’ chorus girl isn’t sleepy, "Did you say bed? That’s not for relaxing — that’s for action!"
Time codes: As near to on-screen lesbian tongue rasslin’ as they got back then (2:55). Watch for the window in the background to shut, startling the actress, who stumbles over her line (11:00). Sleazy theatrical manager "auditions" a young hopeful (18:29). Phony footage of syphilis victims (24:15).