When you think of musicals, you would never think of Pat O'Brien. He never demonstrated any musical aptitude in films and here he looks totally out of place as a guy trying to promote a high-brow singer (James Melton). What's more out of place, other than Melton's operatic warbling, are the terrible amateur-hour acts that are interspersed throughout the film. The worst is probably the God-awful gospel group that did more to encourage atheism than any other act in film history!! In addition to the non-singer O'Brien is non-singer Frank McHugh--who is more pushy and loud than normal (not that he ever played subtle). It's easy to hate him in this film--which is a shame, as he's generally a likable sort of sidekick.
The film has a thin story, some crazy production numbers (choreographed by Busby Berkeley), a lot of annoying singing and, well, that's really about all. I love Pat O'Brien but somehow he got lost amidst the cacophony. As you might guess, I am not a huge fan of musicals--but if I do see one, I'd prefer it be a lot better than this one (such as "42nd Street" or any of the Astaire-Rogers films). Pretty dull and hard on the ears.
The film has a thin story, some crazy production numbers (choreographed by Busby Berkeley), a lot of annoying singing and, well, that's really about all. I love Pat O'Brien but somehow he got lost amidst the cacophony. As you might guess, I am not a huge fan of musicals--but if I do see one, I'd prefer it be a lot better than this one (such as "42nd Street" or any of the Astaire-Rogers films). Pretty dull and hard on the ears.