I don't know. Am I supposed to like this? I fixated a bit on the age difference between Bing Crosby and Rosemary Clooney, and also I couldn't remember if I had heard awful things about Bing Crosby so my mind wandered. Also I fell asleep in the middle of the film for about twenty minutes and missed some key exposition maybe. I loved Vera-Ellen, though. She was delightful on screen, and her dancing was a damned miracle.
I watched this because I was bummed out and wanted to cheer up. It didn't work, because for all this talk of happiness, the circumstances of Hector's life are all charmed. He has people around him who humour him endlessly. Even those who are meant to strike fear into his heart are brushed away in the end. It is a shallow film meant to inspire deep happiness, but all it does is linger a moment on the surface, and then dissipate.