Private Buckaroo

The cardboard comedy and the pencilled-in plot scarcely have a moment to bore you before the next musical number comes along. Some numbers are better than others-- unfortunately, the title song has not aged well-- but the Andrews Sisters make the movie worthwhile. And Harry James reminds us that he wasn't *only* Betty Grable's husband...

Completely fascinating and in retrospect a bit sad (conveyor belt recruitment) this is a Universal Pictures musical from an innocent age that served as a morale booster for teens........... the musical numbers are good, the cast incredible (Shemp and Mary Wickes play a couple like Popeye and Oliveoil......! yes, true!) and the Harry James music is excellent. I am constantly flabbergasted at silly criticisms of old films that some people write here feel don't fit this century.....these are films from another age with another sensibility and that is part of their interesting charm. The dance number with the Jumping Jacks and Jills is a teen sensation and I defy anyone to not be thrilled (and a bit moved) by the momentary celebration of their dance skill and enthusiasm. Just enjoy an have a great time watching this great film from 1942.......

This film is loaded with stars (Harry James, the Andrews Sisters, Donald O'Connor, Peggy Ryan, even Huntz Hall!), but it is the oldest of the performing Howard brothers, Shemp, who steals the show. He ad libs little comments throughout the film and does a very funny musical number with the Andrews Sisters. One would think that seeing comedian Joe E. Lewis in a film would be a great treat, but he is completely upstaged by Shemp. He does a very funny sketch in a night club with Mary Wickes. This is Shemp at his finest. In addition, you have the Andrews Sisters singing some Vic Mizzy music with "Three Little Sisters".

What this Universal production lacks in production values, it more than makes up for with sheer pizazz. Those Jivin' Jacks and Jills left me gasping for breath. There's enough sheer energy in their acrobatics to light up a city for a week. And don't forget the Andrews Sisters who do some pretty fancy steppin' themselves. In fact, this is a showcase for the threesome, topped off by a signature version of "Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree". Plus trumpeter James gets a lot of time with his band and even makes fun of himself with an army trumpet, (was that really Huntz Hall of the Bowery Boys holding James's sheet music and playing it straight for maybe the only time in his clownish career).

Speaking of comedy acts, short homely Shemp Howard gets a featured role along with long tall Mary Wickes. Their little routines together are gems, especially the nightclub table between swinging doors. Add Joe E. Brown as Howard's rival and there's more mugging than you can count. Hard to believe that director Cline puts all these lively elements together in a single, smooth 68-minute package.

Also, you can tell this was early in the war since the patriotic touches are in abundance, and everyone is eager to do his or her part, even slacker Dick Foran who finally comes around. A snappy dynamo like this musical should have been sent to the Axis in Tokyo and Berlin. Then they would have known there was no hope of winning a war against the sheer pep and energy of the American homefront. Anyhow, count this one as a genuine sleeper amongst low- budget, hep-cat musicals.

When Harry James is drafted, the rest of the band joins up in this sweet little Universal musical programmer. It's about half specialty numbers, and half minor plots, with singer Dick Foran thinking he shouldn't have to drill, and Harry James being baffled by having to play a bugle instead of a trumpet. Shemp Howard feuds with Joe E. Lewis over Mary Wickes, and so forth.

There are a lot of songs in this one, but the big production number is the Andrews sisters singing "Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree", which breaks into a nicely shot jitterbug dance number, while James and his band mutate the theme from swing to klezmer and back again. Some great acrobatic dancing by a young troupe of dancers; Donald O'Connor and Peggy Ryan are in the movie, but they don't dance.

Brief, light rousing, unpretentious and just the sort of programmer to play on a double bill with THE BUZZARD OF BERLIN.