Like most Charles Vidor films it manages to keep its head just above the mediocrity line thanks mostly to Gene Kelly's dancing and Rita Hayworth's ability to be better than she has to be, (kind of the polar opposite of Ava G), with solid hoofing, and sexiness and charm aplenty. So even if Ginny Van Upp's dialogue is a bit of a downer and it woulda been nice if Jerome Kern and Ira Gershwin had managed, between them, to cough up more than one memorable song this is that rarity, a WW2 morale booster that is actually not depressing when viewed today. C plus.
PS...Does Phil Silvers annoy you as much as he does me? At best he's mildly irksome, like the guy two maybe three rows behind you who won't stop unwrapping candy bars. At worst he ruins the routines he's in, like Kelly's dancing in the troop transport. And throughout he has that smug mug of the not very funny comic who thinks he's hilarious.
PS...Does Phil Silvers annoy you as much as he does me? At best he's mildly irksome, like the guy two maybe three rows behind you who won't stop unwrapping candy bars. At worst he ruins the routines he's in, like Kelly's dancing in the troop transport. And throughout he has that smug mug of the not very funny comic who thinks he's hilarious.