I had wanted to see this film, if only because it was so chock-full of stars, but also because the plot sounded interesting to me. Crawford, however, was too much of her period and too much of a movie star, rather than a versatile actress, to seem comfortable in the period trappings, and I'm not just talking about how awkward her 1820's ringlets look on her. Taylor and Stewart, the biggest names now of the male stars, were still neophytes and had smallish roles. The most screen time goes to Melvyn Douglas (so-so) and windy old Lionel Barrymore as Andrew Jackson, chewing the scenery for all he was worth. Basically, historical accuracy is jettisoned to fashion a standard romance/melodrama for Miss Crawford. A little research shows that John Randolph died of tuberculosis in Philadelphia, not the completely different way depicted herein so as to give Crawford and Douglas an ridiculously bad scene to play. Also, the character Taylor played was actually 20 years older than Peggy Eaton, and they were married 12 years and had children - in the film it seems a mere matter of months and no children are in sight. A curio, but not a good film.
Crawford looks like a drag queen in this film. The whole period piece doesn't work for her at all.
People watching movies with pre-conceived notions, narrow-mindedness. idiotically repeating the same garbage they've heard dozens of other onionheads spouting for eons...yeah, that's imdb all over.
I - Idiots
M - mouthing
D - drivel and
B - *beep*