Frank Morgan (the Wizard of Oz) usually played to perfection the utterly likable fraud, or the erring aging playboy. But around 1940, MGM began to give him the opportunity to play different types of roles in a series of pleasant but not too demanding pictures. In this one, Frank is a steel tycoon who is the head of a relief organization who gets mixed up in the murder of a showgirl. Frank, as always, is absolutely likable, but has one scene where he gets to utterly lose his temper. It's a revelation of a side one almost never sees in his pictures.
Rest of the movie isn't bad, except for a really dull production number early on. (The choreography is surprisingly ragged for MGM.) The acting besides Frank is only fair, the comic interludes painful, but the plot is actually pretty good, and the political debate that provides much of the conflict is eerily reminiscent of the debates about providing food aid to Iraq in Saddam's era. All in all, worth your time, but you might want to fast forward through the "funny" bits.
Rest of the movie isn't bad, except for a really dull production number early on. (The choreography is surprisingly ragged for MGM.) The acting besides Frank is only fair, the comic interludes painful, but the plot is actually pretty good, and the political debate that provides much of the conflict is eerily reminiscent of the debates about providing food aid to Iraq in Saddam's era. All in all, worth your time, but you might want to fast forward through the "funny" bits.