Um Romance no Mississipi

When the odious "Slade" (Victor Killan) pushes his luck at a wedding, the groom (Joel McCrae) thwarts his attempts to steal a kiss from his bride (Barbara Stanwyck) by sending him headlong into the river! Fearful that he might never be found, "Ernie" has to do a runner leaving "Pearl" in the capable hands of pop "Newt" (Walter Brennan). Six months go by and then he returns to suggest they all relocate. "Pearl" is not about to be separated again, and a tiff ensues ensuring their separation. Misunderstandings galore now occur all over a measily twelve dollars, some dishwashing whilst "Leota" (Katherine De Mille) takes a shine to him, "Chick" (Tony Martin) to her and by the time they make it back to their Mississippi houseboat it's anyone's guess who might marry whom? Except, well no - there isn't really any jeopardy here with this really quite predictably lacklustre enterprise. Neither Stanwyck nor McCrae look like they are enjoying it much, and but for the ever reliable Brennan and mischievous granny (Helen Westley) the film would sink without trace. There are some enjoyable enough numbers peppering this, though, with Brennan, McCrae and Miss Stanwyck exercising their vocal chords with varying degrees of success throughout. The sort of ensemble effort on "Where the Lazy River Goes By" stands out most, but the title song is also quite a decent little toe-tapper that when mixed in with some more traditional musical themes presents us with an amiable showcase for some talented stars trying to make a cinematic silk purse from a sow's ear. There's plenty of fisticuffs, a good storm scene and a kimono, so batten down the hatches.

... one of the most bizarre movie musicals ever made. As someone else mentioned, this film makes more sense if you think about when it was made - 1936 - and what it represents - the marriage of Darryl F. Zanuck's 20th Century Pictures that was aiming to make a name for itself in musicals and with well-known stars, and failing Fox Films, which had specialized in films for and about rural folk from its inception until its bankruptcy in 1935. This film was made the year after their merger and so the aims of both companies show through. What results is a rustic semi-musical about rural Southern folk starring two stars (Stanwyck and McCrea) who do their best but really don't belong here. Buddy Ebsen and Walter Brennan seem much more at home here with charming performances you'll expect given their roles in other films.

What's a shame is that Barbara Stanwyck really isn't given more to do here. What's also a shame is that Joel McCrea, an actor who is a favorite of mine, is relegated to the part of the mindless muscle. He thinks with his fists, takes actions that make no sense when those fists have consequences, is kind and even obliging to people that are obviously trying to use him, and thoughtless to those who love him.

I really liked the musical performances and I thought the tunes were quite catchy and memorable. It's just a shame more effort wasn't put into making a story that played to Stanwyck and McCrea's strengths.

What Banjo on My Knee lacks in original story or compelling themes, it makes up for with warm, funny characters brought to life by delightful actors. Barbara Stanwyck shines as the uneducated "land girl", who marries Joel McCrea's "river boy" despite significant differences in their background and world view. Walter Brennan assays one of his best roles as McCrea's good-natured, contraption-playing father. ("When I'm low, it's music I need " he says, before launching into a song with his one-man band.) Buddy Ebsen, singing and dancing to the title tune, Walter Catlett, as a would-be lothario in hapless pursuit of Stanwyck, and Katherine DeMille, as a voluptuous harpy after McCrea, all turn in fine performances. One of the best elements in the film, however, is the music. We not only have Brennan 's rousing renditions of "Dixie" and "St. Louis Blues", but the latter tune rendered to perfection by the marvelous Hall Johnson Choir. The film doesn 't maintain the same level of charm found in its opening scenes throughout its length, but there is enough comedy and music to make Banjo on My Knee a film worth seeing.

The total movie, if one goes by the plot and the practicality of it, is much below standard - too many coincidences - not only in hit but also misses and also the bigamy at the end, with active connivance - or support from all, including the Justice of Peace (of course the first, and hence legal, wife is excluded from this list) . But sometimes that doesn't matter - when the speed of the narration is just right, and with the lovely musicals and witty dialogue, unless one is really a professional critic, trying to tear everything in view to shreds, the movie is a bit better than just OK. And of course I have to add the radiant Barbara in the list. And of course I shouldn't miss on the very lovable grandma (whose?) Helen Westely, she too sparkled every time she was put on screen.

Good enough for one view, and considering the music, dialogues etc, may be repeat ? I can't give it 8, it is somewhere about 7.25-7.5 on my scale.

"Banjo on my Knee" is a 1936 film that will keep you guessing as to which direction it's headed nearly every time there's a scene change. McCrea plays a shantytown boy who marries a land girl (Stanwyck). The patriarch of McCrea's family, played by Walter Brennan, is desperate for a grandchild. Unfortunately, Stanwyck and McCrea can't seem to get their marriage consummated. On their wedding night, they think McCrea has murdered someone (he hasn't), so McCrea takes off for six months and sees the world while his wife waits none too patiently. The day he comes home, he talks about moving the family to Aruba and says he'll go down first for a month and then send for her. The couple get into a terrible fight because Stanwyck doesn't want to be left again. The two of them then split up again - that instant. She goes to New Orleans to work for a slimy photographer, but no sooner does she get to his apartment that she bolts and takes a job as a dishwasher in a bar.

Soon, the entire population of Shantytown is in New Orleans looking for her and for McCrea. At the bar, Tony Martin is a saloon singer who falls for Stanwyck, and soon, Buddy Ebsen, another Shantytown resident, and Walter Brennan are big hits performing there, and Stanwyck is doing duets with Martin. It goes on from there.

Some of the music is great, the highlight being "St. Louis Woman" with Brennan and the Hall Johnson Choir. Martin looks and sounds like an angel - his voice is just stunning in "There's Something in the Air" and "Where the Lazy River Goes By." Stanwyck sings just like she talks - her voice is low, pleasant, and natural. The cast is uniformly good, and Katharine DeMille has a showy role as Leota, who's in love with McCrea. McCrea, of course, is tall, handsome, and boyishly gorgeous.

I wasn't expecting a musical, and in the beginning, "Banjo on My Knee" seemed like a drama, so I never was sure what I was watching. Odd though the film may be, it was loads of fun.