Cinderella Jones

Band singer and gunshell loader Joan Leslie is surprised to learn that she has inherited ten million dollars. She must be wed by a certain date to inherit. She was going to marry bandleader Robert Alda, but that money implies an obligation. She wants to marry a genius. So she enrols in an all-male college, where she and chemistry professor William Prince irritate each other.

It was shot and finished by the beginning of 1944, which explains the ending, with an army battalion singing "You Never Know Where You're Going" without the help of Mel Blanc. It's one of those kitchen sink musical comedies, with a large supporting cast including S. Z. Sakall, Edward Everett Horton, Julie Bishop, Hobart Cavanaugh.... well, anyone who could play comedy, three songs by Jules Styne and Sammy Kay, and plenty of comic skits disguised as advancing the plot until the next setback. With a script that looks like it just grew like Topsy, it's quite funny at any given moment, even if the ending is.... well, where did the army get that wedding cake?

Cut-rate romantic shenanigans from Warner Bros. and director Busby Berkeley features Joan Leslie as a ditsy band singer who stands to inherit $10,000,000 from a deceased relative--provided she marries a man with a high I.Q. under the deadline. Playing the kind of kooky girl who mistakes a bar of soap for cheese and thinks the 17th President of the United States was named Abraham Jefferson, Leslie's wide-eyed, open-mouthed innocent-act gets a strenuous workout here (she's nearly impossible to take). Songs by Jule Styne and Sammy Cahn aren't enough to save the picture, which shoehorns in greedy lawyers, hep-cat professors, and a penniless pianist who wants to "live on love". Poor in all respects, the film sat on the shelf for two years before Warners finally released it. They shouldn't have bothered. NO STARS from ****

Maybe it's just me, but is no one else troubled by the apparent ability of just about everyone in this movie to change who they love and whom they want to marry almost at will. No concept of everlasting love troubles the writer and certainly will not trouble any ensuing marriage that would come from this movie. I just found it disappointing. Joan Leslie is good enough, but haven't we come too far (even by 1946) than to think it's funny that women are stupid. And just too idiotically stupid to continue living. Unlike other commentators I did not think the bubbles from the mouth bit funny at all, I just thought it dumb. Which pretty well sums up the movie for me.

Ultimately pretty silly, but Joan Leslie is in it, and so I loved it. She is one of the most under-rated talents Hollywood ever had. She could do anything and everything, besides being incredibly lovely.

She started near the top at a very early age, and starred with some of the biggest names in movies, always holding her own.

Hollywood has never been known for justice, for treating its talent as they deserved, and perhaps Joan Leslie is the prize example.

She should have been that proverbial household name, with her looks, her talent, and the good movies she did perform in.

Obviously, with "Cinderella Jones" as the illustration, she wasn't always in the best pictures, but any she was in became much better for her presence.

Judy's a little short in the IQ department, but she stands to inherit big money if only she can decide which boyfriend to marry.

The pro's don't seem to like the movie much. Maltin calls it silly, which it is. But since when does silliness mean a movie isn't amusing. Okay, maybe my standards aren't high enough, still I found the madcap a lot of fun, with one of the best supporting casts on record. Nonetheless, it's really a Joan Leslie showcase, showing what a lovely and talented light comedienne she is.

Then again, show me any other film where phony tough guy Elisha Cook Jr. dons glasses and plays it for laughs, (Bogart must be turning over in his grave). Then there's 'Cuddles' Sakall who in my book is mainly a matter of taste, but is not too, too cuddly here; at the same time Edward Everett Horton gets a surprisingly non-addled role for a change. And competing for the delectable Ms Leslie are Alan Alda's dad Robert and William Prince as the sleek professor. So who will win. Shrewdly, we don't find out til the end.

To ease things along, there're also a few easy-to-take songs tossed in. But the star is really the fetching Ms Leslie who, for some reason, never quite got the career her talent deserved. Here she plays the lovable Judy with both humor and lots of verve. But whatever you do, don't let her Judy Jones fix you a sandwich, unless you like bubbles on your mayonnaise.