Here Come the Girls

In 1953's "Here Come the Girls," Bob Hope is a pathetic chorus boy in a production around the turn of the century.

The leads (Arlene Dahl, Tony Martin) want him out of the show, and his only friend is his girlfriend (Rosemary Clooney). Finally, the producer (Fred Clark) fires him, only to bring him back immediately.

A serial killer obsessed with Dahl goes after Martin and injures him badly. So poor Bob is put back in the show - this time as the lead - just until the serial killer (Robert Strauss) can go after him and, as far as everyone is concerned, hopefully kill him. Dahl pretends to be enamored of him, and Hope starts ignoring Clooney.

This is very funny Hope, the energetic, cowardly, naive Hope that everyone loved in the '40s. Unfortunately, although it's a musical, we don't get to hear much from Martin and Clooney, neither of which have a tremendous amount to do. That's a shame.

Hope, of course, couldn't play that youthful character forever; eventually his films became stale with old jokes and a staid, wisecracking Bob. But here he still shines. The beautiful Arlene Dahl is his costar. She doesn't have much to do except look dazzling, never a problem for her.

Look out for the young boy named "Bang Crosby" whom Hope meets along the way. Enjoyable film.

Inane Bob Hope farce where the Great Bob portrays Snodgrass, a jerk who has only succeeded at failure in his life.

He gets the show business bug and of course he is completely inept. He is about to get the heave ho in 1900 New York, until a serial N.Y. killer is bitterly jealous of co-star Arlene Dahl and her lover Tony Martin. Unknowingly, Hope is put in as a decoy for Martin and there are some hilarious moments.

Rosemary Clooney is the girl who really loves him. Unfortunately, both Clooney and Martin have little to do here except sing some ditties, none of which ever became memorable.

"Here Come The Girls" has a couple of splashy musical production numbers, including some impressive dancing, particularly from the female flamenco artist and the Four Step Brothers. But Bob Hope's character is atypically obnoxious in this one: he loses our sympathies when he practically sexually harasses Arlene Dahl despite that fact that he is supposed to have a sweetheart (Rosemary Clooney) back "home". This scenario only works when Dahl is trying to seduce him, not the other way around. There are still a few funny bits (the cue cards are my favorite), but on the whole "Here Come The Girls" delivers more as a musical than as a comedy. ** out of 4.

To those reviewers who said that this is a lesser Hope entry (one saying that it was the start of his decline) I say, nay...Hope put enough into the likable egotistical fool Snodgrass to carry it off just fine. And plenty of 'ham' in his Stanley character, enough to supply all the fixings (with plenty of left-overs) for the Attila the Hun and his Horde's annual May Day, or should I say Mayhem, picnic.

And to those who said that there were to many forgettable songs, I say...too many sure, but I'm glad that they were 'new' and not the same-o same-o...new is good sometimes.

And since I'm being so contrary, I'll apply a little of that to myself...after decades of watching Hope (too many decades my tired, old body cries), I was sure I had seen all of his films. Wrong! This was my first viewing, and I was thankful that I finally stumbled upon it. Enough smiles, enough laughs and enough of my contrarian views...'hey Attila baby, pass the ham'...

Here Come the Girls is directed by Claude Binyon and written by Edmund L. Hartmann. It stars Bob Hope, Arlene Dahl, Tony Martin, Rosemary Clooney, Millard Mitchell, William Demarest, Fred Clark and Robert Strauss. Music is by Lyn Murray and cinematography by Lionel Lyndon.

Hope is inept "chorus boy" Stanley Snodgrass, who after getting fired from the revue of Here Comes the Girls, gets a second chance. Unbeknown to him, though, he is being used as bait to lure serial killer Jack the Slasher out into the open.

Hearty and frothy and lush with Technicolor pleasures, Here Come the Girls is everything a committed Bob Hope fan could want. He gets to bound about with his usual energy, sing, crack sharp one-liners and flirt with a sexy woman; or two! The turn of the century setting is most appealing, the costuming equally so, and while the musical numbers are average fare, they serve good framework for Hope's goofery.

How middle class!

Around Hope, though, it's a mixed bag of performances, where it's Clark who shines brightest as the show's grouchy impresario who is literally willing the Slasher (Strauss having a great time of it) to rid him of Snodgrass! Dahl is socko sexy (check out that hour glass figure in an eye scorching purple frock), and Clooney's legs are a sight for sore eyes.

His fling is flang.

Better songs and a better director would have lifted it to greater heights, but Hope on form was usually enough to keep a comedy in credit, which is the case here. With characters called Bang Crosby and Jack the Slasher you know where the picture is at, while we also get the world's scariest clown to keep things on the black comedy simmer. 7/10