Some okay songs and the somewhat sexy presence of Dolores Gray add some interest to but cannot save this uninspired bore of a film. For the most part, there's a wall between it and the audience, especially where Howard Keel is concerned. His wild, over-the-top portrayal of the poet enticed nothing but yawns from me, so I could hardly be expected to be happy for him in the end. Actually, he came across as rather selfish... but that would be giving away the ending, wouldn't it? Perhaps the Broadway musical and the 30's film version of this story with Marlene Dietrich are better, as I've heard. I only know that this film just wasn't very good.
