Film

Goin' to Town

Name: Goin' to Town
Genre: Comedy, Music
Released: 1935
Cast: Mae West, Paul Cavanagh, Gilbert Emery, Marjorie Gateson, Tito Coral

Comedy
Light-hearted

Mae West at her peak: a self-made woman clawing upward through 1930s high society with wisecracks, wiles, and absolutely zero apologies. She's the punchline and the joke-teller both. Seventy-one minutes of pure star power, designed entirely around Mae being Mae. It's frivolous and knowing and built for anyone who loves a performer who knows exactly what they're doing.

TMDb rating

2.8

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