"It All Came True" is about as dopey as anything Hollywood churned out in the early 1940s. But Humphrey Bogart and Ann Sheridan sail blithely through it as if the story makes sense. Bogart is a hood the cops want to put away for the next hundred years. As a hide-out, he picks a New York boarding house, run by two little old ladies, one the mother of Ann Sheridan who quit her chorus girl job to keep her status as a "good girl" (wink wink.) Things turn serious -- or seriously silly -- when the bank threatens to foreclose on the old dears and Bogart saves the day by turning their boarding house into a lavish night club with a gay nineties theme, a staff of about 100 singing waiters, two chorus lines (one young and lovely, the other geriatric) and hundreds of patrons crammed into what earlier appeared to be a very small dining room. Between Bogart's sly send-up of the ruthless gangster he more often played and Sheridan's brash bonhomie, it's easy to overlook the gaping holes in the plot. Zazu Pitts as a ditzy old maid and Felix Bressart as an inept magician add to the antics but Jeffrey Lynn as Sheridan's childhood chum (and would-be lover) seems to have wandered in from another movie.
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