Imagine Charles Foster Kane crossed with Fred Flintstone — that was Diamond Jim Brady. This lavish production zips right along with gala soirees and sparkly gowns. The characters are well drawn and Preston Sturges’ lines are as quotable as ever. It ends very strangely — Diamond Jim will do it his way, so he triumphantly turns to, essentially, suicide by gorging himself on food. I know that sounds nuts, but in context it seems to make sense. If you ever wondered if Tim Russert would make a good leading man, check out this picture starring one Edward Arnold.