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"Go Into Your Dance" was a terrific movie in the sense of movie historical value. Jolson and Keeler were not really known as good actors. Jolson and Keeler were at their best as entertainers. Jolson's singing and Keeler's dancing. The greatest part of this film is are the musical numbers. And historically, the fact that it was the only film in which husband and wife Jolson and Keeler ever appeared together. Many of the songs in which Keeler was in were way before my time. Yet I remember them from watching the old Warner Brothers cartoons when I was a kid. It was great finally seeing where they actually came from. I only wish that "Go Into Your Dance" was available on DVD.

***SPOILERS*** ***SPOILERS*** "Go Into Your Dance" (Warner Brothers, 1935), directed by Archie L. Mayo, with choreography by Bobby Connolly, is a flimsy but highly entertaining show-biz musical that became the only film collaboration of the Jolsons, Al and Ruby Keeler. Like most Jolson movies of that period, "Go Into Your Dance" starts off with good comedy and wisecracks, and during its final half hour or so, changes to melodrama. In spite of mood swings, the changes don't hurt the continuity in any way. Jolson appears to be more at ease with his comical one-liners and is much improved here as an actor during the more serious moments. Keeler gets to sing one song but she gets plenty of opportunity to go into her dancing.

Opening title: "BROADWAY: The street of ups and downs, where show business in 1935 was in top speed." Story: Al Howard (Al Jolson), is an irresponsible and egotistic entertainer responsible for his Broadway shows closing by not appearing. Al's sister, Molly (Glenda Farrell) comes to the Actors Equity Association with the assurance that this will be Al's last time that he will ever desert a show, but she is told by the producers that he is through on Broadway. Molly manages to get her old friend, Dorothy Wayne (Ruby Keeler), a dancer, to team up with Al in hope her partnership with him will lead up to his comeback. Dorothy agrees and she and Al become successful for the next several months appearing at Brown's St. Ledger Roof Garden. While Al treats Dorothy like a "kid," and philanders with other women, especially chorus girls, Dorothy, who resents being treated this way, unwittingly falls in love with Al and decides to leave the act. Molly, however, persuades Dorothy to remain and soon arranges to hire Duke Hutchinson (Barton MacLane), an underworld financier, to back Al's new night club engagement, The Casino De Paree, in New York. In the meantime, Al, who considers himself "God's gift to women," becomes entangled with Luana Wells (Helen Morgan), a blues singer who happens to be Duke's wife wanting to also make a comeback on Broadway by appearing at the Casino De Paree. Before opening night, Al is told by Dorothy, after receiving a phone call, that his sister Molly is in jail for murder. Al must decide whether to take the show's $30,000 to bail out Molly, or go on with the show as planned. If he abandons this show, the Duke will have his thugs awaiting for him outside.

Patsy Kelly, not mentioned in the above synopsis, provides true comedy relief in appearing in three separate scenes with Jolson actually unrelated to the plot as if she were added in at the last minute to boost up some comedy. In spite all, it helps the continuity along. Kelly is a laugh riot and not to be missed. Glenda Farrell, featured as Jolson's sister, known best for usually playing a wisecracking and fast-talking gold-digger, gets her chance on film to play a basically straight character. Farrell only has one scene that does involve comedy which takes place on a train where she encounters a British passenger (Arthur Treacher) after accidentally dipping him with ink. She even gets her chance to wear stylish wardrobes and fur coat.

Great tunes by Harry Warren and Al Dubin include: "Cielito Lindo" (written by Elpidio Ramirez and sung in Spanish by Jolson); "A Good Old-Fashioned Cocktail" (sung/danced by Ruby Keeler and chorus); "Mammy, I'll Sing About You" (Jolson); "About a Quarter to Nine," "Swanee River" (by Stephen Foster, sung briefly by Jolson in black-face); "The Little Things You Used to Do" (sung by Helen Morgan); "Casino De Paree," "She's a Latin From Manhattan," "Go Into Your Dance" and a reprise finish to "About a Quarter to Nine" (all sung by Jolson). During a night club sequence earlier in the story, there is an underscoring by a band to the tune, "'Cause My Baby Says It's So," but is never sung in the story. Possibly an intended song for this movie but scrapped before release. That song would finally be heard and fully introduced by Dick Powell in "The Singing Marine" (Warners, 1937).

Also in the cast are Akim Tamiroff, Sharon Lynn, Phil Regan and Gordon Westcott. While Benny Rubin gets screen credit, he has only a tiny bit at The Caliente. I did recognize former silent screen actress, Mary Carr, famous for sentimental mother roles in the twenties, briefly scene as a wardrobe woman.

"Go Into Your Dance," available on DVD and occasional viewing on Turner Classic Movies, is 89 minutes of solid entertainment, highly recommended as it is entertaining. And as Jolson would say whenever being truthful and sincere, "A word of a Howard." (***1/2)

'Go Into Your Dance' is interesting for seeing husband and wife team Al Jolson and Ruby Keeler together. It is a very watchable film and musical, faring better as a musical than as a drama.

What hurts 'Go Into Your Dance' the most is the story, which is flimsy and contrived, as well as trying to combine backstage musical and gangster drama. The backstage musical stuff has been done so many times before and since, and much better, here it doesn't always have much spark, while the gangster drama stuff doesn't gel with the rest of the film.

Jolson sounds great, but is a little stiff as an actor at times and fails to make his character rootable. Despite being married to Keeler, to me Keeler had a sweeter and more natural chemistry with Dick Powell. Fred Toones is also obnoxious, and the film has a point around the half-way mark where it drags to just before the final production number.

However, 'Go Into Your Dance' is a good-looking film and nicely directed. The songs are very tuneful and at their best great, the highlight being "About a Quarter to Nine" with "She's a Latin in Manhattan" close behind. Surprisingly good are the choreography and dancing, have often been indifferent to Bobby Conolly, but he does a great job here with the final production number being particularly imaginative and energetic.

Keeler is very charming and likable, even if her dancing is not always great. Helen Morgan knocks it out the park with her powerful rendition of "The Little Things You Used to Do", and Patsy Kelly is a lot of fun. There is often a good natured feel to the film as well.

Overall, fun if flawed film. 6/10 Bethany Cox

I watched this last evening. Honestly, I believe that other reviewers are overrating this one, as compared with some of the great Warners backstage musicals; however, it is a pleasant hour-plus entertainment; and Jolson gives one of his few (somewhat)underplayed performances. (This probably ranks after Hallelujah, I'm a Bum; though his supporting roles In Swanee River and Rose of Washington Square show him off to good advantage, largely because he doesn't dominate the film.) As noted by others, it's a typical Jolson plot, less maudlin than most others, except at the close when Ruby Keeler does a near-death scene. (Well, at least she was a first-rate tap dancer.) I couldn't help noticing that in this film, Jolson's character is called "the world's greatest entertainer". Ruby Keeler, his wife for seven or eight years, is said to have remarked: "I know he was the world's greatest entertainer; he told me so every day." Incidentally, in my film history course, I always included the Jolson night club number from The Jazz Singer. Even the younger generation was impressed by the way his dynamic personality almost jumps off the screen; perhaps that was the screen appearance that showed him off to best advantage at the peak of his Broadway career.

"He doesn't even know I am alive...he thinks I am a kid or something" (Ruby Keeler in "Go Into Your Dance", who, incidentally married Jolson in real life when she was 18 and he was well into his 40s)

"Go Into Your Dance" is a highly flawed movie and the main character, Al (Al Jolson), is an oddly written guy--and it makes you wonder WHAT the writer was thinking! After all, he plays a successful Broadway star (what a stretch!) who is a jerk. Again and again, when he has a successful show he gets bored and simply walks away...leaving everyone in a lurch. This makes his character a seriously bad person...leaving backers and actors to be ruined simply because he gets bored! Well, by the time this film starts, he's once again disappeared and is down in Mexico having a good time...and he's burned about every possible bridge. So, when he has an idea about putting on a new show, backers are naturally unexcited about it. And this gets me to the HUGE problem with the film...the audience watching this picture also feels the same way---Al is a jerk and you DON'T want to see him succeed. Why would Jolson agree to make this film as it makes him look awful...just as terrible as the guy Ruby Keeler used to say he was like off stage!?

What you get in this film is pretty much what you'd expect otherwise. Jolson sings a lot and there are a lot of production numbers. And, unfortunately, Al gets the break he simply doesn't deserve. But what does he do with it? See the film.

I noticed that I am one of the few reviewers who thought the movie was fatally flawed. Obviously the other viewers could look past Al's nasty history of ditching shows because he got bored. They also apparently could look past Jolson doing a black-face number-- something he was famous for over the course of his career. As for me, the film was a decent time-passer and no more. It did end well and got better as the film progressed. I also noticed that a lot of the actors yelled their lines--particularly Barton MacLane and Ruby Keeler. Oddly, Patsy Kelly didn't!