Tel père, telle fille

Transition from silent to sound movies has been used in countless movies, most successfully in SINGIN' IN THE RAIN--but you won't find any complaints from me about using this ploy in YOU'RE MY EVERYTHING.

Indeed, this is a pleasant musical romp with Dan Dailey giving one of his finest performances as a trooper who can really sing and dance with the best of them. Story deals breezily with mismatched spouses (Baxter and Dailey) pursuing careers in vaudeville and silent movies during the '20s and '30s. The sprightly song numbers are the film's chief charm but the pleasant cast is up to the acting chores too.

Reminds me of the sort of nostalgic charm other movies of this period had--films like HAS ANYBODY SEEN MY GAL? and MARGIE. It passes the time pleasantly and is a reminder of what some musicals were like during the Golden Age of Hollywood.

Although parts of You're My Everything are adorable, one of the major storylines is such a direct copy of Shirley Temple, it's amazing the Temple family didn't sue. They probably couldn't, because the studio was 20th Century Fox; Fox probably gave permission on behalf of the Temples.

Anne Baxter falls in love with musical performer Dan Dailey in the 1920s, but when he goes to Hollywood to hopefully pursue his acting, the studio executives like Anne's accidental talent better! So, Dan takes a backseat while Anne becomes a silent film star. The movie shows a couple of black-and-white shorts that are really cute, and one of them includes a ten-second cameo by Buster Keaton! When Anne and Dan start a family, that's when everything changes-and that's where Shari Robinson comes in pretending to be Shirley Temple. She's a curly-haired, grinning, tap-dancing little girl who makes a movie set in the Civil War, where her dad is injured and she makes friends with a black house slave, whom she tap dances with. Anything else? Yes, there is something else: Shari sings "On the Good Ship Lollipop".

Anne and Dan's romance is very sweet, and easily the best part of the movie. They're reluctant to get married, since Dan is poor and Anne is too much of a lady to propose, so her well-intentioned aunt Anne Revere plays matchmaker. All through their rocky marriage, you can tell the foundation is good and that real love is present. For a light mock-Hollywood movie, it's nice to see a good romance instead of a fluffy one.

I usually don't comment, but I was compelled to after experiencing this depravity.

But still, I have trouble finding the words. A cringe-worthy blackface performance by Dan Dailey and the sub-standard Shirley Temple doppelganger Shari Robinson are two prime reasons to stay far away. I was surprised to see Anne Baxter connected to this mess, but (no spoilers) at the end, when she "joins in" -- (you know what I mean if you've had the displeasure of viewing this filth) -- I abandoned all hope. Not to mention a certain dance number on a certain ship. Not to be believed, brother.

And I DO mean brother.

Don't make the same soul-crushing decision as I did, and partake in this insensitive racist steaming pile of dung. Yeesh.

Ten year old Shari Robinson is the most co-ordinated dancer for her age I have ever seen. Shirly Temple is only a clod hopper compared to Shari. She was always perfect. I wonder why she did not make it big as she aged. She had the beauty, the voice, the personality to make it big. Does anyone know what happened to her? Dan Daily is a great dancer. I can forgive the black face, given the era. Dan, in my opinion is one of the very few really tall dancers who can pull it off. Most dancers, like Gene Kelly, are rather short. I have saved to my TIVO the last few minutes in which Shari and Dan do such a wonderful dance. I can play it over and over. The way they toss the walking cane back and forth is a miracle.

One of a slew of late 40s Hollywood musicals about show biz folks, this film stands out for the charm of Dan Dailey and the warmth and sparkle that he enjoys with his co-star, Anne Baxter. They play a married couple who also share a vaudeville stage and then a silent film career. When talking pictures come in, the usual troubles of transition unfold, with Baxter making it big and Dailey, eventually, deciding to stay as a song-and-dance man. Along the way a score of great songs from the teens and 20s allow Dailey not only to display his talents as a hoofer (to choreography by the great Nick Castle), but to sing (the title song is worth the price of admission). Not by any means as good as 1951's "Singing in the Rain" which also concerns the transition to talkies, "You're My Everything" is nonetheless a highly entertaining, indeed lovable, picture.