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I've read that this Irving Berlin musical was based on the dealings of Huey Long and his cronies. Long was the governor of my state, Louisiana, and later the state senator and he did much that was good for it but also had some crooked deals with like-minded people who got exposed after Long's assassination in the mid-'30s. So it was that this film began with a lawyer singing of dictating a letter to the studio that the only way this story depicted here can be presented is to treat it as fiction. I'll stop there and just say that I found this Bob Hope vehicle funny and entertaining with good support from Vera Zorina, Irene Bordoni, and especially Victor Moore, all reprising their roles from the Broadway version. The Irving Berlin songs retained for this production are fine as well. Oh, and I loved the sight of the state capital from my state's capital city of Baton Rouge inserted here! Nothing more to say except I highly recommend Louisiana Purchase.

This one's a real oddity: a semi-musical satire of a period of corruption that will mean nothing to anybody who is either not a resident of the United States or under eighty-ish years of age. Bob Hope stars as a naive hero who finds himself set up to take the rap when a corrupt cadre find themselves on the brink of discovery and hatches one of those ridiculous Hollywood musical plots to get himself out of trouble. Somehow, I don't think this is too closely based on factual events.

The film opens with a quirky number in which a colourful group of girls sing about how the characters are fictitious and not based on any persons living or dead, and include lyrics stating they are singing this to save the producers from being sued. Bizarre. When Hope is on screen the film is a typical Hope vehicle - which isn't necessarily a good thing - and when he's not the pace slows to a crawl. Despite this it is Victor Moore as the ageing virginal investigator on the trail of the corrupt politicos who steals the movie. Vera Zorina as Hope's love interest is an actress of extremely limited talent and best forgotten to save her descendant's embarrassment. The storyline is littered with references to contemporary matters that mean nothing today, meaning most of them flew way over the top of my head, making it somewhat flawed as a political satire - and fairly insipid as a musical

A good-in-parts film . . . That is sadly also NOT good in parts.

The movie is haphazardly put together. It plays more like a sketch show than a comedy film. Several great elements, but the movie feels like it doesn't know what type of film it is trying to be. It jumps from comedy, to ballet, to political satire, to carnival parades of flamboyance, and back again.

None of the individual components are poor. For example, Bob Hope does well in his comedy role, and the dancing is excellent. There is a scene that is pure bedroom farce, and is executed skilfully. And moments of delightful Ziegfeld-type stage grandeur. It's just that the film is loosely glued together: it's a mess of unconnected parts.

The costumes are extravagant, but sadly - in light of the poor finish to the film - these fantastic garments then start to look OTT, rather than beautifully fitting in with the film's feel. If the movie had been created well, then these outfits would have matched that ambience. Sad, then, that they don't mesh with the film.

Nonetheless, there are advantages to the costume elements of the movie. The diaphanous gowns are a delight! Tulle abounds, and a stylish double-layer look to many of the outfits is mesmeric. The wrapover is born! Interestingly, the dress style seems to anticipate a design yet to be invented: the date of some garments looked more to be the 'New Look' of the late-'40s than the wartime era of this 1941 film. Which is bizarre! Maybe the costume designer (one Raoul Pene Du Bois) was a forerunner to that post-war look! ,-)

One scene, in a fashion house sequence, with fully hooped skirts from circa the 1860s, looks COMPLETELY misconceived! The garments are out of place in a film of the Forties! But I suppose the luxury of style and fabrics, and the pure spectacle, cheered up wartime audiences . . .

The film is memorable for only a few segments, rather than as a whole:

~~ The ballet sequence is grand. No doubt it was taken straight from the stage version, where it was choreographed by the great George Balanchine.

~~ Vera Zorina - a performer of whom I'd never heard before watching this film - is superb in the dance scenes. She also performs delightfully in the drama scenes, and in the comedy moments. So kudos to the lady. Apparently she was cast in this version, after being a success in the same role on the Broadway stage.

~~ Bob Hope is funny in general, and has a few key moments. He does a brilliant filibuster scene, and even homages James Stewart's 'Mr. Smith Goes to Washington' film role in the process. And there is a delightful 2-minute scene where Hope imitates the struggle of a woman getting into a complex girdle . . . The word 'laugh' doesn't cover it: it's masterful! And, unusual for Hope, the skit is not a word-comedy. I'd watch this film just for that segment alone. (BTW: the girdle sketch is in the last quarter of the film, if you want to watch that skit alone.)

Hope is perhaps miscast . . . Or maybe we are used to seeing him as a more lightweight, less stressed character. But focus on his humour in the part, and you'll like him in the role.

The script and pointed jests about the senate etc are VERY topical to its time. So those jibes are very dated. A lot of these political jokes are lost on a 21st-century audience - especially if viewers are NOT American - as the barbs won't be part of our political zeitgeist or country's history.

I'm not sure just what Irving Berlin's involvement in the film is (he is cited - "Music and Lyrics by Irving Berlin" - in the opening credits), as it is a DANCE musical rather than a song-&-dance musical. Sadly, because of the credits, I kept expecting a few songs - especially by Hope who is always entertaining when singing. But such vocals from Hope never appeared . . . More's the pity. There are only a few ensemble songs, and they are immemorable, so much so that I have forgotten them already! A bit of editing in the credits, by the Paramount studio, would have helped the viewer. I like Berlin's music, and was expecting some good songs by him, so it's non-event irked me.

It is not a bad movie. It's just too much variance, swinging from one genre of film to another. Other Bob Hope films have better passed the test of time.

This starts off with quite a fun little ditty that serves as their libel/defamation disclaimer - proclaiming that none of this is based on any real people! Who might have taken offence in the US of A in 1941 to the idea of a senate investigation into the dodgy goings on in any state at all, let alone Louisiana? Well it appears that the imminent arrival of the tee-total "Sen. Loganberry" (Victor Moore) has set the cat amongst the pigeons, and talking of pigeons it looks like "Taylor" (Bob Hope) is going to become exactly that. The great and the good of his state have been merrily creaming off the top for years, but any evidence of their miscreant behaviour will stop firmly with this poor patsy. Facing a million years in jail, the bosses encourage him to find a way to leverage their inscrutable visitor and so he'd better get his thinking cap on. What now ensues sees Hope (well two of him quite often) and his friend "Marina" (Vera Zorina) try to embroil the man in all sorts of compromising scenarios. Of course, as things mosey on along there are a few romantic opportunities with Irène Bordoni making up this quartet of mischief and mayhem. It's based on the stage play with a few Irving Berlin numbers - notably "You're Lonely and I'm Lonely? - amongst it, and though it does drag a little as the joke borders the slapstick too closely for my liking, it does show Hope in a slightly less hapless light, Moore delivers engagingly and there's been a little thought gone into the plot to keep it from farce. It's a colourful and lively production and might well do wonders for the sale of oysters in Nebraska.

Recently, I was reading one of Internet columnist Jeffrey Well's articles and he wondered what the appeal of Bing Crosby was and that he doesn't translate beyond his era. One can say the same of his partner in crime from that era, Bob Hope. Truly, what was the appeal of this fella? Most of his pictures are terrible, including the Road Movies. The ones I can stomach are the Paleface pictures. All Bob Hope ever did was deliver puns and innuendos laced as wisecracks rather than real comedy - punchlines with no punch. He was a spoofish of current pop culture which he uses so frequently that a lot of the wisecracks fly over your head once you are out of the era, no let's the year, not even that three months ago pop culture events. This movie is one of his further nonsense. As the trailer spieled, this an adaptation of a Broadway smash that has been running for two years but as soon as you see the movie, you know it has been warped beyond belief for the screen because nothing this flimsy could have run on broadway for two years lest two weeks. And you just can feel there is a lot of political humor that has been cut out, the Victor Moore character keeps referencing democrats and republicans in oblique terms that do not advance the movie and thus are not funny because the terra firma has been eviscerated. The plot - Hope is a state rep in the house who is set up as the fall man for a bunch of corrupt school board officers. Moore is the good to his bones senator sent to investigate the irregularities. Somebody'd going to jail and it ain't going to be Hope so he tries to blackmail the senator by photographing him in an uncompromising situation, to say. The girl for the task the Hungarian immigrant played by Zorina. That's that. There is a Mardi Gras scene that is an embarassment to all involved in the production, us as an audience and others who have not seen this movie. Musical numbers are lovely but numb. Why does this movie have musical numbers? No reason except a Hope picture must have some and Hope is in none of them. By the time he is doing a filibuster a la Jimmy Stewart in Mr Smith goes to Washington, you the viewer will be ready to kill him. What a shame!