Here's a movie that was heading for a six or seven, but suddenly runs off the rails in the last 15 minutes or so. The man responsible for this switch is probably Paul Gerard Smith. Maybe the film's budget ran out with 20 minutes or so still to go and Mr. Smith obligingly stepped in as writer-director to finish it all off as cheaply as possible. Anyway, what started off as an agreeable if safely predictable little musical comedy, is suddenly turned into a disagreeable, heavy-handed farce. This is a shame because the movie had lots of promise, plus the services of a good cast in Nan Grey, Tom Brown and Eddie Quillan, plus a trio of really expert comedians in Edgar Kennedy, Allen Jenkins and Andy Devine.
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JohnHowardReid28 June 2015
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Sometimes wacky goes too far, and this musical first takes it to a point of insanity from which there is no recovery. it is a musical that never gives you a chance to breathe, because nobody and it ever shut up, huh play over each other in extremely loud tones. that's fine for a two-wheel short, but this truck is it out to an hour and that is far too much and excessively annoying. Newlyweds Tom Brown and Nan Grey are bolted fault in the music business, shuffle songwriters who work in cheaper areas starting off as a collection agent for unpaid pianos.
The first three minutes are actually funny as the people in debt stop him from collecting either cash or the piano and very funny ways just like they would do later on to the sales people in the two "Fuller Brush" movies. But once Mischa Auer comes in as a South American banana baron, do you have nauseousness triples, and it started once the opening sequence had concluded. The film even dares to rip off "The Music Box" where Edgar Kennedy and Allen Jenkins taking the place of Laurel and Hardy, and the results are extremely obnoxious.
The musical sequences with the title song repeated over and over with ridiculous lyrics just get reputation and extremely annoying. Not only is the limited plot just ridiculous but any effort to create laughs just provides excessive groans. if I ever have to hear that song about bananas ever again, I'll be bananas. I'll sit and re-watch "Hellzapoppin'" in a 24-hour marathon before I'll sit through this again.