You don’t adapt Oscar Wilde by largely removing his dialogue and turning his play, Lady Windemere’s Fan, into a melodrama. It’s just not done. Instead, you make it silent like Ernst Lubitsch did. Wait…I’ve lost the plot. Trying to suss out what movies were near and dear to Otto Preminger’s heart and which were just studio assignments is not an easy task, but I think this one is near and dear. Adapted from a play (his background directing theater) with reports that Daryl Zanuck largely ignore...