This is one of those streamline Republic musicals that stretches credibility to find a plot, throwing in musical numbers I'm comedy acts, and ending up basically sounding like rocks pressed hard down on caps. it deals with the title character, played by Ruth Terry, who finds her Western gambling joint stolen from under her nose by New York Gambler Robert Livingston. She follows him to New York and basically makes him sign his club over to her at gunpoint after beating him at his own card game. In the meantime, she becomes engaged to a boring wealthy New Yorker (Kirk Alyn) while Livingston and Terry secretly love each other. when their romance does show signs of taking off, Terry comes to believe that he's only out to get the club back.
With several reprises of the title song, a few corny comedy acts (from the unfunny Wally Vernon) and an unbelievable plotline (and stars that really don't have any magic), this is quickly forgettable. the song itself calls for Bing Crosby and The Andrews Sisters to reprise their big hit, because the way it is presented here sounds like an early variation of karaoke. The real highlight is a specialty by Nat King Cole, long before he became a big star. TV showings of this cut out nearly two reels of the film, taking it down to a dealable 45 minutes. That's about all I could take.
With several reprises of the title song, a few corny comedy acts (from the unfunny Wally Vernon) and an unbelievable plotline (and stars that really don't have any magic), this is quickly forgettable. the song itself calls for Bing Crosby and The Andrews Sisters to reprise their big hit, because the way it is presented here sounds like an early variation of karaoke. The real highlight is a specialty by Nat King Cole, long before he became a big star. TV showings of this cut out nearly two reels of the film, taking it down to a dealable 45 minutes. That's about all I could take.
