Fed by Birds

Saturday afternoon viewing: My Man Godfrey. One of those tough but highly moral Depression-era comedies, it's got the best opening I've seen for a long time - as the unemployed try to keep body and soul together on the city dump, some thick rich types turn up in search of a "forgotten man" for their scavenger hunt. These heiresses could teach Paris Hilton and co a thing or two, but they're no match for butler William Powell. All seems frighteningly familiar - short-selling even plays a vital role in the plot.