It's Love Again

It's a lovely, cheerful and musical comedy that's actually quite funny.

Following the phenomenal success of EVERGREEN, Gaumont-British put Jessie Matthews into a whole series of similar films all with a familiar cosy, warm feeling of predictability. They're all essentially rags to to riches tales where a struggling dancer finally makes it big.

Jessie Matthews as always utterly adorable and in this film her singing is also a lot more pleasant since she's abandoned her earlier pseudo-operatic style. She immediately engages your emotions, straight away you are on her side, rooting for her..... well almost straight away. Even back in the thirties, it took audiences a while to get used to Jessie Matthews' weird affected accent. That incongruous upper class accent just didn't go with a struggling working class girl trying to get into show business. Although in reality, Jessie Matthews had indeed been a struggling working class girl wanting to get into show businesses and she did that partly by attending elocution lessons to wipe out all traces of her cockney accent! That cut-glass way of speaking didn't make her popular everywhere especially in the working class north where for some insane reason they preferred Gracie Fields films. There's no accounting for taste!

Albeit predictable, this has all the classy hallmarks of Gaumont-British, snappy direction from Victor Saville, a script that's still very funny even today and of course an utterly charming star. Besides exhibiting buckets of talent she does of course look absolutely stunning - some of the outfits she wears would probably not have been allowed over in America where The Hays Code was now in force to ensure decency and improve the morals of that nation. One of her dresses looks very similar to THAT dress Marilyn Monroe wore in SOME LIKE IT HOT and as for the 'spray-on' glittery body suit at the end - well that would certainly make those dogs in that cinema wag their tails!

Jessie Matthews is at the height of her powers here, charming and lovely and lighting up the screen as she dances divinely in a number of captivating costumes in a stunning display of terpsichoreal virtuosity. Apart from It's Love Again the musical compositions are not particularly memorable in themselves, but provide everything the star needs to showcase her talents. There's no doubt that Victor Saville was her best director, endowing her with the confidence to give her all, and there's the stylish photography of Glen MacWilliams. Hollywood star Robert Young and husband Sonnie Hale, the latter not as irritating as usual and actually quite amusing on occasions, give support in this light-hearted extravaganza.

Very fresh, even tho' made over 50 yrs ago.

British actress Jessie Matthews is "Elaine", trying to break into show biz. Meanwhile, the dashing Robert Young is Pete Carlton, who starts making things up for the newspaper ratings. he invents a foreign, famous, talented entertainer who wows every audience. when these two stories collide, wacky things start to happen. It's pretty good, although I could have done with less singing and tap dancing. the rumba about 33 minutes in had a fun syncopation going on... that was good stuff! and the usual amount of silliness and chasing around the mulberry bush, as grandma used to say. Young had worked with so many greats in the 1930s, 1940s, and of course, was Marcus Welby, MD. Co-stars Sonnie Hale, who was actually married to the star Jessie Matthews from 1931 to 1944. sadly, Hale died young in his 50s. Directed by Victor Saville... had started in the silents, and moved into talkies. he and Jessie Matthews worked together on six films. Story by Marion Dix, who had also worked on "Down to their Last Yacht", another fun comedy/adventure. it's all a bit of fun. even with all the tap dancing. and the sound and picture quality are in remarkably good shape, considering its almost 90 years old at this point.

Jessie Matthews can't get a dancing foot in the door of the West End, so she borrows the character of "Mrs. Smythe-Smythe", a made-up celebrity who's the property of gossip columnist Robert Young. Good thing he's in love with her.

This is one of those movies in which the plot is just a framework to hang musical numbers and jokes on. Jack will have his Jill, and so forth. The jokes are minimal, the dancing ranges from good to excellent, and Young, unlike other co-stars of Miss Matthews, does not seem to be afraid of her. Miss Matthews wears her unlikely costumes with an air of amused disbelief. The sets seem to have been designed by Alfred Junge by looking at MGM fantasia sets and saying "Let's make that bigger. And more spangles."

As a result I found myself distracted by the theater design in the final scenes. I found myself wondering about the people who paid for seats hard up against that runway, would have to turn around, look up, and still see nothing.

Miss Matthews had real talent, but the British film industry seemed to have no idea what to do with her, and loaded her down with ever more unlikely plots, leading men, set designers, costumes, and choreographers, thinking that was how to top the last one. This one works, although the engine sputters occasionally.