Buckle up; we get to the best stuff right out of the gate. Breakfast time finds our heroine in the Blair mansion with her evening gown and something to keep her warm during the previous night on the town. That would be an enormous white fox fur cape.

Honestly, this entire sequence, in which we are subjected to the banter between the leads and are expected to find Blair “charming,” is exasperating on several levels. The worst: this magnificent white fox cape is very poorly filmed.

Valentine mostly holds it off the shoulder, and there are only a few very brief closeups of Barbara with the fur. Blair is in pretty much every single shot, like the inescapable asshole he becomes in the film's climax.

We also briefly meet Carol Wallace (Glenda Farrell), Blair's current fiancé and immediate romantic rival to Valentine. Homewrecking ahoy! Carol thinks Blair bought her the white fox cape.

Carol does some work in the film. She is an actress and is costumed accordingly. This fox fur jacket is probably just gray, but it's black and white; we can imagine it's something exotic like fuchsia or electric purple.

Amusingly it seems Carol has white fox cape envy. Same, really. There is an unfortunately short sequence where we Blair sliding her into this white fox trimmed cape with a huge collar.

As the byzantine pot progresses, Valentine appears in a couple of other furs. The first in the bog-standard silver fox fur stole of the ‘30s. For a movie with other fabulous foxes, this seems like the costume designer took a break that day.

Next up is easily the worst of the bunch, a mink stole that looks like it's falling apart.

Worse still, this is the fur the director decides to lavish close-ups on.

Finally, we arrive at the climax of the film. The good: this fox-trimmed cape is seen on screen for a solid four minutes. The bad: despite being on screen for four minutes, it's still poorly filmed. The worst: we have to endure the “comedic comeuppance” of Valentine's schemes wherein Blair engages in the textbook definition of assault.

(sarcasm) It's okay, they're really in love. (sarcasm)

This cake isn't a lie, bitch.

Because it's 1937, we move immediately from a scene where a woman is forcibly detained to the part where they get married in a train station.