Nick gets pulled out of retirement and into a murder case involving a vanishing friend. The film closes with a dinner party where the culprit is revealed. This movie isn't breaking any ground in story or plotline. What is so wonderfully charming is the witty exchanges between William Powell and the devastatingly beautiful Myrna Loy. Seriously, eyebrows to die for. They drink cases of gin. The smoke hundreds of cigarettes. They're smart and funny and terribly elite. Loy wears gowns and furs and jewelry to drool over. Even their Christmas decorations look jet set.
This is a great Christmas Eve movie, light and smart, funny and elegant. I feel a little bit classier every time I watch it. Now, repeat after me: "Today, I will be more like Nora Charles. . ." That way you can say things like, "Oh, Nicky, I love you because you know such lovely people."