Priceless vehicle for showcase of contemporaneous Tommy Dorsey, Buddy Rich and Frank Sinatra. Also Bert Lahr, the cowardly lion out of costume. The price to be paid is you have to look past, way past, Red Skelton. This movie doesn't seem to know itself if he's the comic foil, bad enough, or leading man. Most grievously at one point Sinatra is interrupted in performance of Poor You in favor of an unfunny serenade of the number by Skelton to Eleanor Powell. The expected and yearned for return to Sinatra doesn't happen, and the tedious Skelton antic goes on and on. There are plenty of classic numbers by the otherwise great performers on hand, but Skelton, sadly, never goes away. Your fast forward and rewind button will get a workout but will be well worth it.
