Fashion Madness (1928) Review - From NYC Silk to Canadian Snow

Fashion Madness is basically a movie for people who want to see a 1920s 'it girl' suffer a little bit for her character arc. If you’re into silent-era survivalist melodrama or just want to see how much a 1928 film can get away with in terms of logic leaps, it’s a weirdly fun watch. If you want a gritty, realistic survival story, you’ll probably be rolling your eyes by the time they hit the woods.

Claire Windsor plays Gloria Vane, and for the first act, she is genuinely unpleasant. Not in a 'misunderstood' way, but in a way that makes you wonder why Reed Howes’ character, Victor, is even hanging around. She’s a model, she’s vain, and she treats everyone like a footstool. There’s this specific moment in a New York apartment where she’s adjusting her hair in a mirror while Victor is trying to have a serious, life-altering conversation. She doesn't even glance at him. She just stares at her own reflection with this tiny, self-satisfied smirk. It’s a great bit of acting, actually, but it makes her eventual 'transformation' feel like a massive stretch.

The movie is at its weirdest when it transitions to the Canadian wilds. One minute they are surrounded by the claustrophobic luxury of the city—very much in the vein of Stage Struck—and the next, they’re in the middle of nowhere. The film doesn't really care about the 'how' or the 'why' of the travel. It just wants the visual of a fashion plate in a fur coat standing against a backdrop of pine trees. It feels a bit like The Wild Woman, but with much better hats.

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The core of the film is the ten-mile trek. Gloria has to drag a dying Victor to safety. Ten miles is a long way to drag a grown man, and the movie actually lets you feel the weight of it. Reed Howes spends most of this sequence looking like a very heavy sack of flour. There’s a shot where Windsor is pulling him on a makeshift sled, and you can see her actual physical effort—her face gets flushed, her hair starts coming apart under her hat, and her movements get jerky and desperate. It’s the most honest part of the film. For a second, you forget she’s playing a character and just see an actress who is clearly exhausted by the production.

I did notice some strange tonal shifts. The movie tries to be a heavy drama, but some of the secondary characters, like the ones played by Boris Snegoff, feel like they wandered in from a different, louder movie. The editing gets a bit choppy toward the end, too. We go from a grueling, slow-motion struggle in the snow to a scene where Gloria looks remarkably put-together again. Her 'transformation' is supposed to be spiritual, but the movie handles it by making her look slightly less annoyed by everything.

The chemistry between Windsor and Howes is... fine. It’s mostly one-sided because he’s unconscious or dying for a large chunk of their screen time together. But when they are both awake, there's a stiffness to their interactions that feels less like 'romance' and more like two people who are very aware of where the camera is. It’s not as fluid as something like Sealed Lips, where the emotional stakes feel a bit more grounded.

Ultimately, it’s a movie of two halves. The New York stuff is catty and fun, and the wilderness stuff is surprisingly gritty despite the absurdity of the premise. It’s worth watching just to see Windsor’s face when she realizes there are no mirrors in the woods. That look of pure, unadulterated horror is probably the most relatable thing in the whole film.