Western sheriff Bob Wells is preparing to marry Sally Morgan; she loves part-Indian Wanenis, whose race is an obstacle. Sally flees the wedding with hypochondriac Henry Williams, who thinks... See full summary »
A kind-hearted young man is thrown out of his corrupt home town of West Rome, Oklahoma. He falls asleep and dreams that he is back in the days of olden Rome, where he gets mixed up with court intrigue and a murder plot against the Emperor.
The Goldwyn Girls,
Musical comedy antics in an art deco bakery (motto: "Glorifying the American Doughnut") with Eddie Cantor as an assistant to a phoney psychic, who is mistaken for an efficiency expert and placed in charge. Complications ensue when the psychic and his gang attempt to rub the payroll.Written by
In the scene where Eddie Cantor sings "There's Nothing Too Good For My Baby" in blackface, the sign above the loud-speakers on the outside is misspelled: "GLORIFIYNG THE AMERICAN DOUGHNUT". See more »
Love is grand, simply grand!/ I'm in love, so you'll understand/ Why I rave. It's hard to behave!/ She's so cute, she's so sweet,/ I consider it such a treat/ To do nice things for the one I adore/ Baby wants to shop and then/ I take her down to the five-and-ten/ There's nothing to good for my baby!/ Baby likes a limousine,/ I show her one in a magazine./ There's nothing too good for my baby! Baby wants lots of love?/ Baby gets lots of love!/ Baby wants petting? Baby gets petting!/ That's what ...
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This is fine but I didn't enjoy it as much as the previous years, Whoopee!, Eddie Cantor is still great but here some of the scenes no longer seem to work as they much have done back in the day. Also, spirited performance though she gives, Charlotte Greenwood, doesn't quite seem to shine as many other girls do. Indeed the rest of the girls, whether in factory working gear (backless and braless!), gymnastic wear or swimming gear (and seemingly nude(!)) look tremendous throughout. The Busby Berkeley are magical as ever and the songs fine. Its just that one or two of the comedy routines show their age and the protracted finale has not worn well. Have to say though, Mr Cantor amazes and must have been absolutely sensational at the time. Even now his contortions make one wince and his routine when appointed efficiency manager, really funny even now. He could certainly sing too, although we have to close one eye when he blacks up.
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