This Clarence Brown (producer/ director) movie opens very promisingly and in a most lively manner. Herbert Stothart's use of the Lone Ranger Theme as Kendrick's leitmotif is a stroke of genius (thanks to Rossini), the photography (George Folsey) is glorious, the art direction (Randall Duell) impeccable and the film editing (Frank E. Hull) brisk.
Everything seems to be going well, but then the movie suddenly grinds to a halt. The story is all used up. So the screenwriter attempts to bolster up Van Upp's thin, original story by introducing some cameo characters. The most successful of these inserts are Donald Meek's professional bum and Miss Adeline de Walt Reynolds' crusty but philosophical grandma.
Despite these praiseworthy attempts to give customers a run for their admittance money, however, the movie is never ever more than moderately entertaining. But I think the worst ploy of all, however, are the sexless outfits that costume designer Adrian dreamed up for Hedy Lamarr. Didn't Hedy say in an interview once that Adrian was jealous of her "in" with studio boss, Louis B. Mayer, and deliberately set out to scuttle her career?
Everything seems to be going well, but then the movie suddenly grinds to a halt. The story is all used up. So the screenwriter attempts to bolster up Van Upp's thin, original story by introducing some cameo characters. The most successful of these inserts are Donald Meek's professional bum and Miss Adeline de Walt Reynolds' crusty but philosophical grandma.
Despite these praiseworthy attempts to give customers a run for their admittance money, however, the movie is never ever more than moderately entertaining. But I think the worst ploy of all, however, are the sexless outfits that costume designer Adrian dreamed up for Hedy Lamarr. Didn't Hedy say in an interview once that Adrian was jealous of her "in" with studio boss, Louis B. Mayer, and deliberately set out to scuttle her career?