I've never seen this one, but it certainly looks vivid enough on paper. The casting is ... diverse. It's as if one day Paramount decided to make a movie starring the first dozen or so people into the commissary on a given Tuesday.
Heading the bill is the Paris Hilton of the 1920s, the inexplicably celebrated Miss Peggy Hopkins Joyce, who, had she chosen, by the end of her life could have rejoiced in the full name of Marguerite Upton Archibald Hopkins Joyce Morner Easton Meyer. Had she done so, of course, there might not have been room even in 1934 (only four or so husbands in) for Col. Stoopnagle, and what a shame that would have been!