Meet Me After the Show

Alimony and amnesia are the movers of the lame plot that makes this film almost ridiculous. Almost, but Betty Grable saves the day. She shimmies and shakes and shows off her million-dollar legs delivering wisecracks that typify the times, frequently surrounded by a bevy of hunks. While the music is not particularly memorable, the dance sequences are full of fun. The battle of the sexes being the film's theme, "The Male Sex" is a clever switch on the male complaint that women are double-crossing two-timers. The final production number ("I Feel Like Dancing") teams Grable with the great Gwen Verdon; the first part of the number casts them as athletic ragamuffins and evolves into a ballet-like dream sequence showcasing Grable at her most glamorous. Favorite line, uttered by Grable as she suspected her husband of an affair with his show's sexy financial backer: "Why did you have to get a bankroll with a body by Fisher?"-a reference to a logo used on automobiles produced by General Motors. Runner up, when Grable's character has reverted to her old unsophisticated self: "Let's go back to the hotel and tie on a feed bag."

From the racetrack to the Broadway stage Meet Me After The Show is a remake of the 1940 screwball comedy He Married His Wife. The original film was pleasant, but nothing to write home about. This one has the addition Betty Grable and some song and dance which is a plus though the songs are most forgettable.

Grable has been married and divorced to producer MacDonald Carey who discovered her and made her a star and his wife in that order. But the two couldn't live with each other or apparently without each other.

Carey is slow on the alimony and Betty fakes some amnesia and loses 7 years back to when she was working nightclubs before Carey discovered her. She's also got Rory Calhoun making a big play for her as well.

At one point Carey sings a song. Like Tyrone Power in Second Fiddle he was not a good singer. Whose idea at 20th Century Fox was that?

Meet Me After The Show is a pleasant enough Betty Grable musical comedy.

Later period Betty Grable picture gives her a chance to hoof and sing in a succession of glamorous outfits so for her fans there is plenty to enjoy within.

The problems start when the picture moves offstage. The first issue is Betty's leading man. It's not just that he's played by the less than fascinating MacDonald Carey but the character is a buffoonish, offensive sexist. It's difficult today to listen to several of the characters refer to how Carey's Jeff molded Betty into a star out of so much raw clay, as if Grable wasn't talented or intelligent enough to make it on her own. But even back in the 50's his character's condescending attitude must have made him come across as a sexist jerk.

The second problem is the script's absurd set of circumstances which stretch the bounds of logic by using the tired amnesia trope. The picture is full of quality support, Eddie Albert, Irene Ryan and Fred Clark all add a bit of spice, but it's all in the service of a weak scenario.

Bright, cheery and shallow but if you have a rainy afternoon to fill there are worse ways.

This 1951 film is another backstage musical, a typical format for Betty Grable. Unfortunately, this musical suffers from a mediocre score. Even though the composers were the well-known Jule Styne and Leo Robin, none of the songs in this film come anywhere close to the quality of their other compositions (e.g. Gentlemen Prefer Blondes).

In part of the first production number, Grable does a very good, skillful tap dance joined by two male dancers. This was the time when tap dancing was giving way to jazz as the predominant style of dance in film, brought on by Jack Cole and Bob Fosse. While Grable was certainly technically proficient enough for that style in the other production numbers, in my opinion, it just doesn't seem to suit her persona.

What is choreographer Jack Cole's production number, "No Talent Joe", all about? With a chorus of muscle men attired in classical Greek costumes and tan makeup suggesting statuary, and herself wearing a beachcomber outfit, Grable sings a Latin/Calypso song. What a mishmash!

I suggest this might have been a homo-erotic fantasy interjected by choreographer Cole. He did a similar thing when choreographing 1953's "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes", with Jane Russell surrounded by gyrating nearly naked athletes.

Two other interesting points of trivia. The Miami film sequence is footage lifted directly from Grable's 1941 film, "Moon Over Miami". Also, take a good look at the set, props and the women's costumes in the last production number of the film. You will see very similar in 1953's "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes" in the "Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend" production number. This probably due to the fact that Charles Le Maire and Travilla did costumes for both films, while Cole did the choreography for both.

While most musicals are excusably weak in the plot department, the plot is this film is downright dumb. Viewing this film would be enjoyable only for the die-hard Betty Grable fan. It's been resurrected recently on the Fox Movie Channel. Record it and skip everything but the musical numbers.

A standard Betty Grable Fox musical, with some swell Jack Cole choreography and a below-par Jule Styne-Leo Robin score, this backstage frolic compromises itself somewhat in the casting and a lot in the plotting, a tortured screenplay by director Richard Sale and Mary Loos. Betty's starring in a hit musical (good opening number) produced by hubby MacDonald Carey. MacDonald Carey? He's hardly an expert at musicals, though he does warble a little at one point, and he's playing a rotter, romancing a wealthy backer who happens to look like Lois Maxwell. Betty's also receiving heavy attention from her leading man, Eddie Albert, who did do musicals, but the casting still seems a little odd. Meantime the central couple gets a separation (but he's paying her alimony, without her divorcing him-how does that work?), and after a minor accident, she develops amnesia, or appears to, sending her down to Miami, where she lives like it's 1944 again and begins a romance with a buff Rory Calhoun. The contrivances pile up on top of one another, and the ending is rushed. Certainly the dances are the best thing, including a production number with Betty and a just-starting-out Gwen Verdon, who does get billing in the program insert. But you have to slog through some dreary story to get to them.