I wanted to like this movie a lot. Really. John Payne. Betty Grable. Edward Everett Horton. Cesar Romero. Harry James. Big Band. But Carmen Miranda's mangling the English language was hackneyed. And the jealousy Grable attempts to express sounds like preadolescent gibberish. Very little makes sense. Her reasons lack nuance and sophistication, just sounding like childish ranting. And Payne's expressions of devotion are all over the map.
Horton is the only character who seems to be able to think and express himself intelligently and articulately. Yeah, I know. That's the gag. But the dialogue between the three, Grable, Payne and Romero, leave us wondering.
And then Romero's concession declaration. Really? The best man won? Such an afterthought. Ugh.
I really wanted to like this one. Sigh.
Horton is the only character who seems to be able to think and express himself intelligently and articulately. Yeah, I know. That's the gag. But the dialogue between the three, Grable, Payne and Romero, leave us wondering.
And then Romero's concession declaration. Really? The best man won? Such an afterthought. Ugh.
I really wanted to like this one. Sigh.