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Having first watched this on American Movie Classics back in the '90s, I just rewatched this first Sonja Henie starring feature just now on YouTube. The upload seemed a bit chaotic with some zooms I don't remember from my previous viewing. Since this was her first real time being showcased on film, Ms. Henie doesn't dominate the proceedings with her ice dancing and scenes which are shared with leading man Don Ameche, comedians The Ritz Brothers, supporting players like Adolphe Menjou, Arline Judge, Ned Sparks, and Jean Hersholt as Sonja's father. There's also an all-girl band and a harmonica player who is later joined by likewise players who do some good slapstick. The Ritzes are also pretty amusing if not completely hilarious. In summary, One in a Million is entertaining fluff.

"You don't need a phone!" complains Arline Judge to screen husband Adolphe Menjou, and she's right - he bellows many of his lines in a state of high excitement in the musical comedy that introduced Olympic ice skating champion Sonja Henie to moviegoers. Henie's a little wooden off the ice rink, so 20th Century Fox called in big guns like Menjou and a young Don Ameche, who not only sports a naked philtrum but sings (or possibly mimes) for his Norwegian co-star. Supposedly comical interludes are provided by the woeful Ritz Brothers. It's ok, but completely unmemorable.

It would be well to remember Sonia Henie as the prototype ice performer in her day. It would also be well to remember the times this film was made. Certainly it is devoid of all of the special effects and layers of pictorial events contained in todays films (which, by the way, are entirely unrealistic to us who are knowledgeable.)

Of course the script follows mid 1930s writing and I did not find any of the actors giving less than other of their performances of the times. Given that this was Sonia's first film, her acting must be given some forgiveness there, though I did not see what others apparently viewed as less than optimal. As to the "other 1936 Olympics film," it was merely a propaganda documentary and therefore not a comparison by any means.

As to Sonia's universal appeal, she went on to make many such films, and was known as a very smart businesswoman who went on to build great riches from investments and was the benefactor of many philanthropic ventures which was virtually unknown among actors of that era. On the strength of her appeal alone, I would rate her among the great women actresses of the time. I would recommend this film to any families who want wholesome "G" rated entertainment shown to their children.

Sometimes, you look back at something that was popular in Hollywood in the old days and you find it hard to understand it. A great example is the career of Sonja Henie. Henie was an Olympic champion figure skater who was signed to a multi-film contract by Twentieth Century-Fox...and she starred in about a dozen pictures even though she was Norwegian and didn't seem at all the movie star type. Another inexplicable Hollywood decision was to put the Ritz Brothers in films, as they were about as appealing as syphilis.

"One in a Million" is one of Henie's films....and unfortunately she was given the god-awful Ritz Brothers as supporting actors. While this might sound like hyperbole, I consider them the absolute worst comedy team in movie history...and only marginally less annoying than a case of ringworm! Most of their schtick consisted of being annoying, brash and singing humorous (???) ditties. Fortunately, the team never was that popular and they only made a few more movies than Henie.

Tad Spencer (Adolph Menjou) is a theatrical manager traveling through Europe with a bunch of talented folks...as well as the Ritz Brothers. When they stay at a small hotel in Switzerland, Tad discovers a very talented lady practicing for the upcoming Olympics. Soon, a lonely newspaper man (Don Ameche) arrives and discovers her as well...and the two work together to make Greta (Henie) a star.



Today, you wonder how folks could enjoy and even love Henie and her films. It was simply a product of the times...much like the Esther Williams movies of the 1940s and 50s....hard to understand now but which really clicked with audiences. And, while Henie's films were odd, they also were likable...and Henie's non-threatening smile and 'nice girl' looks endeared her to folks. Overall, I found the film a mildly enjoyable films...even with the Ritz Brothers doing their best to make me want to stop watching the picture!

This might have looked good on a storyboard, but despite a spirited effort from Adolphe Menjou and some graceful ice-capades from Norwegian champion Sonja Henie, the film really struggles to get out of first gear for what felt like quite a bit longer than an hour and an half. He's a skint theatrical impresario who discovers this astonishingly talented ice dancer "Greta" (Henie) whilst she is preparing to represent her home nation of Switzerland at the Winter Olympic Games, and after his own hotel was mysteriously reduced to cinders. He quickly realises there are more ways than one to skin a cat, so offers her guesthouse-owing father (Jean Hersholt) a part in his vaudeville-style enterprise in the hope that will ensure he gets to manage the daughter too! Meantime, the conflagration has attracted a couple of opportunistic hacks hoping to tie in this fire with some nefarious criminal activities. "Bob" (Don Ameche) and "Danny" (Ned Sparks) are not only intrigued by the ashes, but with the enigmatic and obviously up-to-something Montagu Love. Henie is clearly learning something of the craft here, and to an extent the others help to compensate for her obvious inexperience in front of the camera, but the musical numbers are just a bit too perfectly staged and the so-called comedians "The Ritz Brothers" did make me wonder if they were supposed to be in the hotel that was razed to the ground. The whole story could have been told in half an hour, and that could have included an entertaining finale that showcases the polished skill of this already double Olympian. Otherwise, though, it's all really a bit of a meandering muddle.