Okay, this was a wonderful movie. And except for one thing, it would have gotten a higher rating. Fred and Ginger are really good, both individually and together. I'm kind of assuming that since they didn't get top billing, that they were not at the peak of their fame, because who in his right mind would give Irene Dunne top billing over them?

In fact, after viewing this movie, the question, Who in his right mind would even put her in a movie? was resounding through my head.

Sure, we were trying to kill time on an Amtrak train that was several hours late. Yes, a Superliner Standard Room may not be the ideal venue to watch movies, although it IS cuddly. But...I was charmed by everything else in the movie EXCEPT Ms. Dunne. By her third song I was actually cringing and asking Mr. Otter if she had any more numbers...not QUITE as bad as hearing songs sung by the exceptionally wooden Pierce Brosnan but very close. She was truly awful, and it was surprising to see such awfulness juxtaposed with the delicious fluffy goodness of Fred and Ginger.

But that was the only bad part.

And I have to say, after this movie, that Randolph Scott has just been promoted to Serious Honey. Oh my yes. He was indeed worth watching...and watching...and watching...oh, I'm drooling again...

But back to the plot, which was silly but satisfying. All loose ends tied up, everyone gets the girl (except the girls, of course, who get the guys) and many good songs are sung and dances are danced. Oh, and the songs are by Jerome Kern, so you know they're wonderful.

Very worth watching, just, you know, try to minimize your exposure to Irene Dunne, it could be bad for your health.