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It amazes me that other postings about films are so critical of movies intended to be entertaining fluff, for being fluff.

And trite? What movie today isn't a rehash of something already done over and over again?

Musicals of the time weren't intended to be "South Pacific" or "Oklahoma". The plots were devised to be excuses to have music or dance performances or comedy bits. You probably noticed that the plots are mostly "backstage" stories and the characters portrayed are singers or dancers.

Technicolor is always pleasing to the eye, and so are the performances of Vivian Blaine and Carmen Miranda in this film.

So just sit back and enjoy.

Greenwich Village of 1922. The living is easy and the speak-easies are in abundance.

A music instructor, Don Ameche, comes to town to get his concerto played and in the process meets up with Bill Bendix, Carmen Miranda and Vivian Blaine. Bendix is a small time hood with a funny heart who runs a joint. He likes Ameche's music and thinks that he can use it in a show that he is planning. Comically, Bendix thinks that he is in competition with Florenz Ziegfeld.

This movie makes for very light musical fanfare. The songs are great, especially Blaine belting out whispering and Bendix is a riot in a Roman toga dancing and singing around. Miranda, a musical dancing genius, is at the top of her game as well and Blaine sings Whispering with that soft voice.

The film is quite entertaining and a joy to watch.

There are plenty of amiable performances in GREENWICH VILLAGE, all involved in making the most of a very light script about struggling singers and songwriters and producers in the Greenwich Village of the 1920s. But it's strictly fluff--an excuse for some bright song and dance routines with CARMEN MIRANDA stealing the spotlight.

WILLIAM BENDIX is the producer of a night club revue who needs more money to put on a show. DON AMECHE is a man they think is a rich guy because he has a $100 bill when he pays for his fortune from Miranda who charges $5 for a reading. Bendix and his gang hang onto Ameche and he soon gets involved with the songstress of the revue, VIVIAN BLAINE.

Blaine came along at a time when Fox needed a back-up for their temperamental Alice Faye and Betty Grable, who were fed up with doing musicals like this and insisted on better scripts. Unfortunately for Blaine, although she's got natural charm and photographs beautifully, this film didn't do it for her. She had a few more roles in Fox musicals but she had to wait until she found better material on the Broadway stage in GUYS AND DOLLS.

Songwriter Betty Comden can be seen as a hatcheck girl who performs in one of the revue numbers. Judy Holliday's scene was cut from the revue but she does appear briefly as an extra in another party scene.

It's got all the Technicolor trimmings one usually gets in these gaudy Fox musicals--and there's a terrific song and dance number by the Four Step Brothers.

Not really bad as far as these backstage musicals go, but very little invention involved in the script which is strictly a by-the-numbers sort of thing. Don Ameche is as pleasant as ever as Blaine's leading man.

Let me add my voice to those who say we should not judge this piece of Zanuckfluff with the same standard we'd use for The Bard of Avon or even a Gene Kelly movie. Yes, the story is preposterous, pasted together with no other reason than to showcase the talents of some remarkably talented people, all having a great deal of fun, which I suspect anyone with the slightest nostalgia for the Technicolor movies of the war years will share. William Bendix, an actor vastly underrated, is both funny and touching, and Vivian Blaine and her one day to be fellow cast member from "Guys and Dolls," B.S. Pully, are wonderful. Felix Breshart, wearing the same scarf he wore in "To Be or Not to Be," is lovable as always as the musical con man. This is Greenwich Village as it never was and will never be. Sit back, suspend disbelief, and enjoy yourself. They don't make 'em like this anymore, and I for one regret it.

Here is a confection designed to be a showcase for the adorable Carmen Miranda. It is her first starring role and she is given a lavish showcase in which to weave her magic. Vivian Blane, a gorgeous redhead, is given ample opportunity to show off her singing talents. In all, this is a typical example of the Fox musical of the forties. As far as the color goes, no one did it better than Fox. The vivid Technicolor fairly jumps off the screen, and the print on my DVD is extremely well preserved. WW2 saw a whole series of vividly Technicolored Fox films which were designed to take one's mind off the troubles at hand. As escapism, they were light, fluffy confections with good cheer and lovely visuals taking the place of great dramatic weight. Fox Technicolor at this time could be called super-saturated. Very bright and with set and costume design done to take full advantage of the pallete. Most of these Fox musicals have been amazingly preserved, given their age, and all have a nostalgic entertainment value. They really don't make 'em like this anymore.