1935 film ruined by the ridiculous plot.
Fred Astaire and Randolph Scott land in Paris for a gig only to be turned down. Astaire's friend, Ginger Rogers, gets them and their band a job. Suddenly, we're told that Scott is a football player coming with Astaire to visit his Aunt Roberta, the owner of a fine dress shop with Irene Dunne as her assistant.
Dunne's voice was never lovelier. Rogers masquerading as a European lady with an accent does her dance routines with Astaire so admirably well. The story goes down hill once the aunt, Helen Westley, dies in her sleep and Scott inherits the business.
Scott falls for Dunne but his old flame appears and that sets the stage for conflict.
They both walk out on the business and Astaire is left holding the bag to run it until cooler heads prevail. Yes, the plot is ludicrous, but Can't Dance, Smoke Gets in Your Eyes and other melodies are memorable.
Is it any wonder that Scott stuck mostly to westerns after this film?
Fred Astaire and Randolph Scott land in Paris for a gig only to be turned down. Astaire's friend, Ginger Rogers, gets them and their band a job. Suddenly, we're told that Scott is a football player coming with Astaire to visit his Aunt Roberta, the owner of a fine dress shop with Irene Dunne as her assistant.
Dunne's voice was never lovelier. Rogers masquerading as a European lady with an accent does her dance routines with Astaire so admirably well. The story goes down hill once the aunt, Helen Westley, dies in her sleep and Scott inherits the business.
Scott falls for Dunne but his old flame appears and that sets the stage for conflict.
They both walk out on the business and Astaire is left holding the bag to run it until cooler heads prevail. Yes, the plot is ludicrous, but Can't Dance, Smoke Gets in Your Eyes and other melodies are memorable.
Is it any wonder that Scott stuck mostly to westerns after this film?