Rhythm in the Clouds

You can find this miserable waste of celluloid in those bargain basement 20 movies for $6 type of sets. Some of those films are really good! But not this one.

If you purchase one of those sets, please skip over this movie. If I can save one person from wasting 53 minutes of their life, this posting will be worth it.

Where o where did republic come up with this poor excuse for a cast? There are no obscure names here, obscure suggesting they were once well known. No has-beens, suggesting actors once had a decent career. The best thing I can say about the leads is that they looked pretty good. I can't comment on the acting since there wasn't any acting. There was some over acting from that annoying second rate Allen Jenkins type character - so incredibly unfunny. The leads were just a waist of space - and they couldn't sing either - and this was a musical. In fact, not one of them could even so much as carry a tune. I really hated the male lead's voice which was just a lot of bad vibrato.

There was only a couple of songs. None of them good.

So we are down to a bad attempt at comedy (writing and acting), terrible music, non existent direction, and putrid acting. Did I mention the horrid attempt at comedy yet? No charm, no fun, no nothing.

Other than that, it was great.

Shame on you, Republic Pictures. Stay out of the musical business.

Do not watch this film.

Not a bad way to spend 53 minutes staring at beautiful people, glamorous gowns and well designed sets, accompanied by lilting tunes. The story isn't too bad, even though the dialog tends to rely too heavily on comedy even when nothing is ready at hand. Patricia Ellis is so-so - rather pretty yet not as glamorous as several other leading B-ladies of the thirties, and a bit too temperate for a screwball comedy. As she only joins in shortly for the last song, it's hard to say anything about her voice. Warren Hull is a good-looking and sexy hunk with very good voice, but there appears to be no sparks flying between the two. Nevertheless, the film flies by very quickly (at 53 minutes - as presented in Classic Musicals 50 movie pack - it should) and keeps your attention well in grasp. Quite enjoyable, even though there is very little actual rhythm and almost no clouds to be seen.

In Rhythm Of The Clouds I have to say that leading lady Patricia Ellis has the guts of a burglar. She finagles and forges her way into living in composer Robert Paige's apartment and then says she's his new collaborator on his music. That gets her a contract for a new radio show where Zeffie Tilbury is the sponsor. Of course it's Ellis's own music and it's good. But it's Paige's name who puts it across.

She even gets lyricist Warren Hull to provide words which he usually does for Paige. Problem is that she has had a fight over the phone with Hull when Hull called to complain about the noise. He doesn't know that's his collaborator to be. I think you can see where this is going.

Three years after this film came out, Paramount took some of the same plot premise and fashioned Rhythm On The River for Bing Crosby and Mary Martin. Of course a better score and the production values of Paramount versus Republic a better film was created.

Still Rhythm In The Clouds is not a bad Saturday afternoon' viewing.

Being a HUGE fan of actress Patricia Ellis I HAD to see this film and tho its meager budget shows from start to finish I enjoyed it nonetheless. The songs are nothing to write home about and leading man Warren Hull is certainly bland but the comedy bits and the fact that the lovely miss Ellis is in nearly the entire picture from start to finish makes it worth a look! Most of the films she made during her earlier days at Warner Bros she is second lead or less and spends precious little time on screen so it was a big treat for me, and she looked great! some of the supporting players are quite good as well. i found this on DVD on ebay for around $3.00 and consider it money well-spent!

Patricia Ellis is a music writer who is broke and thrown out of her apartment. She goes to visit successful composer Robert Paige, but he's away. So she moves in and begins a banging-on-the-wall feud with her next-door neighbor, Warren Hull. Listing Paige as a collaborator, she gets her music sold to to advertising executive Richard Carle for face-powder magnate Zeffie Tilbury, hiring Hull -- who's a successful lyricist -- to write words for her music. Things are going along well, if confusingly, when just before the premiere of their collaborations, Paige returns.

If it sounds like it could be a comedy or turn into a Nathaniel West tragedy, that's because West was one of the writers of this movie. His great ambition in life was to be a member of literary salons, but he actually had to write to do that, and his publishers went out of business or sold only five hundred copies of a novel, so he went into the movie-writing racket. By the time he killed himself and his wife by running a red light on his way to F. Scott Fitzgerald's funeral, he had written or doctored 14 screenplays.

This Republic musical is directed rather lugubriously by John Auer. The one bright spot is William Newell, who turns every sentence into a tongue-twister. Otherwise, it's standard fare.