Going Hollywood

Bing Crosby truly was the quintessential vocalist of his time. I strongly recommend Gary Giddins bio on Bing; an excellent reference.

Anyway, the story may be weak in this film, but the songs and Bing's clear baritone voice make up for it.

An interesting tidbit about this film: Of course Marion Davies was W.R. Hearst's mistress, and Hearst financed the film. Ms. Davies thus took full advantage of the situation by showing up for filming at 10 AM, shooting a scene or two before a four hour lunch replete with all the catered trimmings and wines. The day wound down by 4PM.

It's no wonder it took six months to shoot this film in an era when the typical film was shot in 2 weeks!

If you like to see the original crooner of all times and really the King of male singers. Bing was a great actor in this film along with super star Marion Davies, who was like the Marilyn Monroe during her days and even Jean Harlow. Marion Davies was also a long time friend of William Randolph Hearst, the newspaper magnet of California. Bing Crosby sings,"You were Temptation" and he must have charmed all the ladies hearts of those days. Wallace Berry, veteran actor has a brief role in this film and is uncredited along with the great Mae Clarke. This is really what Hollywood films were like in the Golden era of movies. It is a must view film.

One of the other reviewers said that this film was essentially about stalking. I had never thought of it in those terms, but it's true.

Marion Davies is a love starved French teacher at a girl's boarding school who's spare hours are taken up with the radio crooning of Bing Crosby. She follows the object of her affection out to Hollywood and in Hollywood cliché style gets her big break in the movies.

First if you're willing to accept the beautiful Marion Davies with this crowd of old spinsters at the boarding school then the rest of the plot simply follows. Second for Bing Crosby fans one has to remember that this is NOT a Crosby picture. He's the leading man in a Marion Davies film. Everyone is familiar with William Randolph Hearst and the Svengali like influence he had on her career. Marion's making a musical so you go out and buy the hottest singer currently as her leading man. And that, boys and girls, is the story of Bing's first film away from Paramount.

You also hire a topflight director in Raoul Walsh to keep things at a brisk pace. And you give Marion a good supporting cast that includes Fifi D'Orsay, Ned Sparks, Stu Erwin, and Patsy Kelly. Mix 'em together and you got Going Hollywood.

It's not a bad mix. Crosby had a lot of songs in this film. The big hit was Temptation, but there were other good ones from Nacio Herb Brown and Arthur Freed. One thing however, since this was not Paramount and MGM was known for the great production numbers in their films, Bing got some great numbers. I'm surprised frankly that Hearst allowed Crosby a huge number like the title tune, set in Grand Central Station, without Davies in it. Davies does join him in a dream sequence where she sings a couple of lines of We'll Make Hay While The Sun Shines with Marion and Bing dressed as a pair of Grand Wood rustics. Another big production number that Paramount would never spend the money for.

Davies had good if limited talents. Hearst however could only see her as a pure heroine. Since he discovered her in the Ziegfeld Follies, Davies's dancing should be no surprise. It's at least as good as Ruby Keeler's. She had a good gift for mimicry, her imitation of Fifi D'Orsay is a key point in the plot. One thing that would be considered in god-awful taste now is her donning black-face to get on Bing's movie set and imitating the dialect.

It's funny though. Think about pictures like Play Misty For Me and The Fan made two generations later. Stalking was looked on entirely differently back in those more innocent days.

French teacher Sylvia Bruce (Marion Davies) teaches at an exclusive boarding school for girls where all of the other teachers are decades older than she is. She's restless and dissatisfied with her sterile environment. Then one night Sylvia turns on her radio and hears crooner Bill WIlliams (Bing Crosby) singing. He makes her feel alive again, so she packs her bags and leaves the school.

Sylvia ends up on the train to Hollywood that Bill is taking as he is going to make a movie. Not only does she tell Bill how much his singing meant to her, she declares her love for him. They don't know one another, they've never even met. The best way to describe her is a weird stalker character. Even though Bill has expressed dismay at her declaration and is obviously keeping company with the French actress of the film, Lili Yvonne (Fifi D'orsay), Sylvia still pursues him.

At first she gets a job as Lili's maid. When that doesn't work out she follows him to the studio and gets a job as an extra so she can get close to him that way. In the 21st century this would be a neo-noir with creepy music to match Sylvia's creepy behavior. I would bring up "Fatal Attraction" as a comparison, but at least there Michael Douglas was initially attracted to Glenn Close's character and did make the first move.

The plot is thin in this one - there's a pedestrian radio act inserted into the middle of the film that goes on interminably, probably just to pad the running time so it gets past an hour.

What's good about it? There are several great standards sung by Bing in top vocal form - "Beautiful Girl", "Temptation", and "Going Hollywood". Ned Sparks is great as an ascerbic director. Stu Erwin is the financial backer of the film who seems to be his normal passive self until he surprisingly finds his voice late. The production values are top notch - It's just that horrible plot!

I guess that in 1933, like now, wads of cash can cover a multitude of sins, and they sure covered William Randolph Hearst's sins in thinking he knew much about the art of motion picture making.

I watched this movie because I wanted to see what Marion Davies could do in a comedy, which is supposedly what she did best. She was an attractive woman, with - at least on screen - a pleasant, unpretentious personality, so I figured she might indeed do well in comedy.

But this script, by the much admired David Ogden Stewart, gives her nothing to work with. She delivers her lines ok, but the lines are so uninteresting that I don't know what Helen Hayes could have done with them.

Davies has to dance, and she's passable but no better. But then, no worse than Crawford or some other actresses of the era who were given dance numbers. Davies has to sing, and again, she's not bad, but nothing special.

In short, this movie doesn't make a case for Davies as an actress in comedy. It doesn't make her look bad, but it doesn't make you think she was a great comedian, either.

For me, the best thing, the only really good thing, in this movie was Bing Crosby's delivery of some of his musical numbers, in particular *Temptation*, a great song that he brings off very well. The other musical numbers, like the script, are bland and forgettable.

I'm surprised that Hearst, with all his money and power, couldn't have seen to it that Davies had better material. But then, perhaps the problem was not with her but with him: maybe he couldn't tell if a movie script was good or bad and imposed bad ones on her.