Her first performance in the Morocco vaudeville club where she and Cooper meet is done completely in male drag, at once unconvincing (spotless tux tailored to show off her curves, her blonde hair unconfined by the silk top hat, high heels instead of men's shoes) and arousingly perfect (her understanding of nuance and gesture, the way she brushes male attention off and goes straight for a woman she doesn't even know in the audience, flirting with her, kissing her on the mouth, then throwing a flower she's begged to Cooper [who wears it behind his ear for the next three scenes!])

That is the only piece of the film I've seen; it screened as part of a TCM feature on Gary Cooper. Yeah.

Ah, it's a great damn movie! Everybody's insane and beautiful and screwed to the nines.

I shall track down the DVD.