Martin Scorsese may find this 1948 offering memorable but I saw it two days ago and have already, largely, forgotten it. All that lingers in the mind is Ava Gardner's sexuality, a few Eve Arden zingers (she's the only one in the cast with any comic spark, whatsoever) and a certain sweetness/innocence that is a poor substitute for actual laughter. And you have to search far and wide for a duller couple than Dick Haymes and Olga San Juan. Hell, even Janis Paige and Don De Fore in "Romance On The High Seas" are better! Throw in three (or was it four? Can't remember) unremarkable Kurt Weill songs and tepid support from Robert Walker and Tom Conway, both of whom look like they wandered in from a more interesting noir, and you can see why this thing rates a generous C, mostly for the high quality, Ava eye candy.
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