This was the third or fourth movie in a series of “Broadway Melody” movies that ran every couple of years throughout the 1930s. I’ve sat through all of them and I can safely say this is the only one worth watching.
Eleanor Powell was Fred Astaire’s first dancing partner after he parted ways with Ginger Rogers. Don’t get too choked up, though, because Eleanor’s dancing puts Ginger to shame.
OH, SOMETHING YOU SHOULD KNOW: I’ve seen a lot of strange and uncomfortable things in my day, but one scene in this movie obliterates them all. At one point, you’ll see a performance by a middle-aged woman where she scratches herself and makes hideous faces while singing horrible, high-pitched squeals. If you don’t want this image seared into your memory until the end of time itself, I suggest you skip the scene.
After a mix-up at the beginning of the movie, Fred Astaire loses the opportunity of a lifetime to his best friend. Even though the opportunity is rightfully his, he chooses to put his friend first.
Though this movie has a happy ending, in real life we don’t always come out “ahead” when we put others first. If we truly care about those around us, then the sacrifices we make are made without any expectation of reward or recognition.
Often when we do something good, there’s this part of us that desperately wants credit for it. We want people to notice what an awesome thing we did, but in so doing, we dilute what otherwise would have been an experience of pure, joyful, spiritual fulfillment that would enrich both our personal character and our relationship with God.
Still, while our acts may go unnoticed they will not go unwritten. In the vast archives of time it is the noble sacrifices we make in private that will shine above all the rest.
“Therefore when thou doest thine alms, do not sound a trumpet before thee, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may have glory of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.” – Matthew 6:2