Blondie Johnson (1933) Crime weeper with Joan Blondell as a girl who learns that society won't provide the minimum in healthcare and social welfare for those who need it most - the only thing that counts is dough and she is going to do what it takes to get as much as she can. But she's smart, see - it's all business with her and she becomes queen of the rackets without ever giving in to any guy. Chester Morris is the sleek hunk who finally breaks her shell. Less of the wisecracking gold-digger here with some tragic scenes for her to play. As usual, fabulous attire by Orry-Kelly; no negligee but some great lounging pajamas, and there are always a couple of stark black and white numbers that just knock you out. 8/10