As one of the prior reviewers said, this is worthwhile because Eleanor Powell is in it. She can't really act -- though she is a sweet presence -- and her singing voice is modest at best, but she can dance like no one else. The gem, for me, was not the long finale, but her dance in "Central Park" to "Easy to Love." Beautiful! But that gets interrupted by Reginald Gardner's turn as a conductor doing a Charlie Chaplin imitation. I yearned to watch Eleanor dancing, instead of the stupidity being inflicted upon us. And, it is too bad that Francis Langford did not get "I've Got You Under My Skin." Virginia Bruce does nothing with it. Powell seems to have so much fun while she is dancing -- it's infectious. And, of course, b/w is best for musicals. You get a field of depth that color cannot accommodate. And they knew how to exploit that depth in the 30s!
Review of Born to Dance
