I can still remember the first time I ever set eyes on Carole Lombard. Inevitably it was in a screwball comedy, Twentieth Century. I’d just watched Bringing Up Baby and His Girl Friday for the first time, and was delving deeper into the world of screwball comedies and the Hawksian woman. Carole was a revelation, a great beauty with no qualms about playing the clown. Sadly, she never made it to her 34th birthday, dying in a plane crash on the 16th of January 1942.In the early 1990s, it was rumoured that Michelle Pfeiffer was going to star in a biopic of the original queen of screwball comedy. Even though the project never came to fruition, I still think Michelle was one of the few actresses who could have captured some of Carole’s incomparable radiance and charisma.Every generation has The Blonde, or the dumb blonde, and Pfeiffer was The Blonde of that era. Michelle was authentic. Meg Ryan on the other hand could play ditzy and impulsive, but she didn’t play dumb. What’s interesting is, whether you preferred Meg or Michelle, these blondes were funny.Ryan has confessed to loving screwball comedies and often played characters with the sensibility of a Lombard leading lady. In some ways, Carole and Meg are kindred spirits, great comedic actresses whose dramatic roles didn’t always go down well with a public that wanted to see them being funny instead.I won’t concern myself with whether Meg or Michelle should have played the blonde goofball extraordinaire. There’s no need to. The moment has gone. Either could have done it. It’s probably better they didn’t. Carole Lombard was one of a kind. A ball of boundless energy, natural sparkle and a rare comedic grace.