Sitting on the Moon

Nothing remarkable here. Nonetheless the programmer reflects quality Hollywood craftsmanship even at lowly Republic Pictures level. Floundering songwriter Pryor wants to help equally floundering songstress Bradley. Both are talented and together they show promise, she trilling his words and music. Trouble is both are blackballed in the industry through mix-ups. Thus they struggle to win their rightful place, and just as importantly, by remaining together.

Bradley was new to me, but she's quite winning in the role, projecting both sweetness and dedication. Too bad she retired early to become Hopalong's real life wife. The songs and staging are entertaining without being memorable, while Newell and Kelton supply occasional comic relief. Also, it's kind of nostalgic for us geezers to see how radio programs were put together during that era. Anyway, it's the kind of light entertainment that kept old time movie-goers coming back for more Hollywood escapism, even if it was at the bottom of a double-bill. So modern day viewers could do a lot worse.

Fates are thrown upside down in seconds in this film. One minute your the top of the bill, the next you're nobody. And I mean, NOBODY: starving, neglected... seems these people never heard of investing your money wisely. Harshness of Hollywood? Probably, or at least a 30s attempt to dramatize the life in the glamour city. The result isn't the best possible, but this flick is very likable nevertheless. The music is much, much better than the film - potential A-level material. And it gets a good treatment, especially during the last song, as Grace Bradley starts out a Capella when the orchestra leader rushes out. I like Grace Bradley very much. She's very pretty without trying to appear precious or overly sweet. There's a modern quality in her, and her voice - both when she speaks and when she sings - is top quality. I wonder why she never became a real queen of the screen. Really enjoyable 54 minutes. Included in Classic Musicals 50 Movie Pack.

When I looked at the main credits for this movie, I didn't expect much. Nat Levine producing for Republic? Ralph Staub directing? I certainly didn't expect this movie about mediocre songwriter Roger Pryor and washed-up star Grace Bradley falling in love and inspiring each other to success to be more than a cheap programmer, especially when the main supports are William Newell and the annoying Pert Kelton; it's not until I delved further into the cast list that I spotted Henry Kolker as a radio sponsor and Joyce Compton as the wife Pryor married on a toot in Tijuana that I saw anything to hope for.

Yet this cheaply done, cynical romantic comedy matches its subject so well, and Pryor and Bradley speak what would all too often be gushy lines simply, offers a good deal of charm to this this 53-minute B movie. Their characters' decency overcomes a few plot holes and a couple of decent songs fit the picture very well. While it's by no means a classic, it is an extremely engaging little flick.

This is quite a fun story that depicts just the efforts that folks will go to for stardom. Lyricist "Danny" (Roger Pryor) is determined to make a go of things with actress "Polly" (Grace Bradley) so he can kick-start her career but that can't happen whilst he is yoked to his writing partner "Mike" (William Newell). He's a bit devastated by these shenanigans and seeks some solace with her pal "Mattie" (Pert Kelton). Swiftly rejuvenated, somewhat, "Mike" decides it's time for a little retribution and so he sets about driving a wedge between the new lovers and this involves him playing quite an entertaining little game with "Blossom" (Joyce Compton) who he hopes to use as a tool to instil just an hint of jealousy. As you'd expect, this is all going to be a messy affair - but how much more so when someone tries to do a little bit of extorting too? It's all rather formulaic, sure, but there's just a soupçon of mischief going on here that Pryor, Newell and Compton work well to deliver as well as there being a little humour to be had from a script that's not exactly taxing, but amiable enough. There's probably a little too much of the indifferent title song, but at least Pryor and Bradley did their own singing and the whole thing rather effortlessly passes an hour that raises the odd smile, but that you'll never remember.

Republic Pictures released Sitting On The Moon in 1936 and it serves as a nice vehicle for stars Roger Pryor and Grace Bradley. Pryor is a composer of note and Bradley is a movie star of musical pictures whose been blacklisted around the town. Seems as though she committed Hollywood's unpardonable sin by walking out on a picture. But she still can sing and Pryor wants to help.

But it turns out he needs the help as he may be just slightly married. When the film opens a barely conscious Pryor is dropped off in the company of a beautiful blond in Joyce Compton by taxi driver George Cooper. Pryor was really hitting it last night and can't remember a thing. Later on Compton shows up to remind them they went to Mexico and got married. Then she proceeds to bleed him dry for 'support', make that 'hush money'.

Of course it all works out though nature and the plot do take an interesting roundabout view.

For a film from Republic it's not bad, but it could have used better production values and a better score.