I didn't watch the movie, really. I saw attractive, glimpses of it, possibly a couple of key points I hope, but "yeah" I thought it was pretty interesting to see a 1942 movie (which I didn't know until it was over), and reflect, in a detached presence, about how it was a good example of an era in the evolution of theater; where only the rich, elite could afford a live audience and demand variety in their amusements, to (something "else" in many ways) . . . I can't, quite put my finger on it. What I really wanted to say was that 'I thought it was a good example of the transition between stage and film'. Then it started to get out of hand . . .
Review of Pardon My Sarong
