Glad that more romantic comedies were not as poorly executed as this one.  Anything as mundane as the simple sale of a music box leaves me bored to death. Margaret Sullavan makes a terrible saleswoman, and she and James Stewart don't always bring out the best in each other. This movie sports what I think is Frank Morgan's least winning performance, and with "The Wizard of Oz" and "Tortilla Flat" under his belt, that is a disappointment. The way he finds a Christmas dinner partner put me to sleep. Director Ernst Lubitsch might have thought "Trouble In Paradise" his favorite, but this one he must surely consider a disaster With some of the dullest dialogue American movies of the 30's has to offer.
This example is Positive.