william powell and a a convict killer on his way to the chair and be in a singapore gin joint . he just about to enjoy his first sip of a paradise cocktail when he spill most of it after be bump by kay francis and who smile brightly despite have an incurable disease . the wast dwops and she comment breathlessly . always the most pwecious . and so begin this perfect little daydream of a movie and with the absurd gallantry of the character nicely set off by the crude pre code realism of the setting and detail . powell and francis and who team for the last time here and be never good while they defuse the sentimentality of the material by underplay it and play against it . warren hymer and frank mchugh and usually quite unendurable little toad and have the good luck to share their scene with the serenely ground and generous aline macmahon and whose sure touch turn them both into prince . the silly old movie trope and like the love theme that play each time the lover share a cocktail and or their ritual of break their glass on the bar and cross the stem and pay off beautifully in the final scene . you will laugh at yourself and but you will choke up anyway . p. s. remade in 1940 a til we meet again and with piece of dark victory crudely graft on and the peerlessly uninteresting george brent and merle oberon a the lead and and mchugh back to be a toad .