ClarksDad’s review published on Letterboxd:
This is actually one of the worst musicals of the 1930s...a monumentally boring, miscast MGM dud starring the most vacant leading man in the world. BUT! If you can hang tight...it has 2 Eleanor Powell dance sequences that are simply perfection, a lovely Cole Porter score (tho he himself thought little of it) with brillIant orchestrations, and wild, almost surreal art direction. You really better brace yourself for that script tho.