Tu seras star à Hollywood

Penniless promoter "Smoothie" King (Spencer Tracy) and his ex-con sidekick Limey (Herbert Mundin) team up with a crooning newsboy (Sid Silvers) and a warbling beauty contestant (Pat Paterson) to try and crash Hollywood. They're all on their uppers and live together in an abandoned miniature golf course but thanks to some light-hearted impersonation, blackmail, and forgery, the girl becomes a star and it's back to the drawing board for the boys...

Spencer Tracy was on the way up and John Boles on the way down when they made this Fox musical chocked full of forgettable songs and lame comedy but the Tinseltown background and a romp through the Fox backlot manage to turn this threadbare musical into an amusing time-waster. Harmless Hollywood stereotypes abound (Boles as a "Norman Maine"-style matinée idol, Thelma Todd as a bitchy movie queen, and Harry Green as an "ethnic" studio head) but there's some very un-PC caricatures as well. The "Jewish jokes" consist of smoked salmon, Silvers' big nose, and Green's endless kvetching -and when Tracy gives Green a near heart attack, the movie mogul clutches his chest and cries, "Get me a cheap doctor!"

There's a tepid two-sided triangle between Boles, Paterson, and third wheel Tracy wasting time between tacky production numbers like "Turn On The Moon" and "Waitin' At The Gate For Katie" but pretty little Pat Paterson (looking a bit like fellow Brit Constance Cummings) proves no threat to Alice Faye, who was just beginning to make her mark in Fox musicals at the time. Pat probably didn't care as she'd soon become Mrs. Charles Boyer and retire from showbiz.

A down-on-his-luck promoter helps a young woman become a star. An early Spencer Tracy vehicle that is not without charm, but which is never as good as it could be due to some loose plotting and slack pace. Harry Green stands out amongst a likeable cast as a nervous movie mogul and Pat Paterson is a vivacious leading lady. Never thought I would see a Hollywood movie about the movie-making business that would mention Biggleswade, the English country town just five miles down the road from my home town.

During the war years in the early 1940s Spencer Tracy was one of the many Hollywood stars who joined traveling U.S.O. shows to entertain American troops. According to contemporary reports, his act consisted of going out on stage in an ill-fitting cowboy suit and belting out the popular novelty hit of the era, "Pistol-Packin' Mama." The punchline is that Spence was tone-deaf and couldn't sing worth a damn, but the guys in uniform would roar with laughter. The worse he sang, the better they liked it.

Knowing this, it's surprising to learn that Tracy actually starred in a 1934 musical comedy called Bottoms Up, made towards the end of his five-year hitch at the Fox studio. James Cagney, Cary Grant and Jimmy Stewart sang on rare occasions in their films, but Tracy? How could that be? As it turns out, the top-billed star of the show is not required to sing or dance at any time in the course of the movie; instead, Tracy is on hand to provide a comic version of the cocky sharpster he often played in his Fox films. He drives the plot and delivers his wisecracks with requisite skill, but otherwise steers clear of the musical numbers. Second male lead John Boles handles a lot of the singing, but the spotlight is mostly focused on Pat Paterson, a pretty ingénue from England who married Charles Boyer shortly after she appeared in this film.

Paterson plays Madge, a disappointed beauty contest winner from Canada who arrived in Hollywood expecting stardom; only a couple of bit parts have come her way. She's discovered sitting alone in an all-night diner by Smoothie King (Tracy) and his sidekick, pint-sized Limey Brook (played by Herbert Mundin, ubiquitous character actor of the '30s who had a face resembling a sad English bulldog). Smoothie, befitting his name, is a fast-talking con man. He feels genuinely sorry for the girl and takes an interest, but warns her not to fall in love with him because he's "not the marryin' kind." The guy is smug, but with Tracy in the role he's more likable than he would have been otherwise. Smoothie & Limey rescue the girl and give her a place to stay with their pal Spud (Sid Silvers), a sheet music salesman who lives at an abandoned miniature golf course. (Now there's an interesting twist!) As soon as the guys hear Madge sing they know she's got star quality, so Smoothie, well aware that Hollywood snobs kowtow to aristocracy, cooks up a scheme to pass off Madge as visiting nobility from England. She quickly lands a contract with the 4-Star Studio and gets the chance to work with her idol, the hard-drinking matinée idol Hal Ried (John Boles). Complications result when Madge falls in love with Hal, while Smoothie belatedly realizes that he's fallen for the girl himself.

As this plot outline suggests Bottoms Up is a lightweight confection, one of those cheery satires Hollywood liked to aim at itself now and then. It's fun for buffs and generally plays like a cartoon: there's the neurotic producer who surrounds himself with Yes Men, the haughty actress who fires off mean wisecracks at rivals, and the comic figures – Smoothie's sidekicks – who invade sets and accidentally ruin takes. Some of this shtick must have been familiar to audiences when the movie was new, but the quips are generally pretty funny, and the players punch the material across with sass and pizazz. A few interesting faces turn up in the supporting roles, such as Dell Henderson, a movie veteran from Biograph days. It's always a treat to see Thelma Todd, though her role is frustratingly brief. And if you watch closely you'll catch young Lucille Ball, sitting with Boles during a party sequence. Lucy turns up again later in the film's most memorable musical number, a Busby Berkeley-style extravaganza with an 1890s setting. The song is "Waitin' at the Gate for Katie," and like the film's other tunes it never became a standard, but it's pleasant enough.

Like all too many Fox films from this period Bottom Up has practically fallen off the radar screen, but with the recent releases of DVD box sets devoted to the work of Ford, Borzage, and Murnau at Fox there's hope that more of the studio's obscure releases from Pre-Code days will make their way back into circulation. Despite an unexpectedly downbeat ending Bottoms Up is an engaging treat with much to recommend it. It's especially fun to see Spencer Tracy enjoy himself in a comic role – and don't worry, he doesn't sing!

The New York Times said `Bottoms Up is Tip-Top, in the form of the Once In A Life Time school of Hollywood kidding.' Spencer Tracy (Smoothie) in a Lee Tracy type role as a star promoter and his comic-relief sidekicks Herbert Mundin (Limey) and Sid Silvers (Spud) discover a perky beauty, Pat Paterson (later married to Charles Boyer) at a dime-store counter and decide to make her a movie star. John Boles is perfectly cast as an overrated actor who is bored and drinks too much. Tracy manipulates the shells until his little pearl is forcibly discovered by having his protégé pretend to be visiting royalty. Problems arise as this new starlet starts to fall her leading man and not Tracy. Sexy Thelma Todd and former silent film director and frequent Hal Roach star Del Henderson are featured in minor roles. Bottoms Up had some of the best quotes of the weekend as when a song hawker, fast-talking his list of titles for sale, ends the rigmarole with, `…and ‘I Surrender To You' for only ten cents.' Or later when Smoothie suggests to Spud that he see a plastic surgeon to help his career: `You can pick any nose you like.' To which Spud replies, `But I don't want to pick any body else's nose.' When asked, `Where do you wash around here?' and the answer comes back, `The spring.' The retort is, `I asked where, not when.' Thank god for film festivals like this one that make rare films like this available and the folks who provide comments to IMDB for others to share. Please support the IMDB and early film festivals!

...from Fox and director David Butler. Spencer Tracy stars as "Smoothie" King, a fast-talking hustler who discovers unknown singing sensation Wanda Gale (Pat Paterson). He and his shady partners Spud (Sid Silvers) and Limey (Herbert Mundin) take Wanda out west to Hollywood, where they manage to get her a movie contract under dubious circumstances. Look for Lynn Bari and Lucille Ball among the chorines.

This is Tracy's one and only musical, although he doesn't sing. His slick huckster role is routine work for him, and could have been as easily assayed by James Cagney or Lee Tracy. I was unfamiliar with Pat Paterson, although I found her likable and with a pleasant singing voice. She married Charles Boyer this same year, and they remained together for 44 years. As for the songs themselves, most of which are performed on the sets of other fictional movies, they aren't very memorable.