Metro has wrapped Red Skelton and Eleanor Powell, among other names, around a popular Skelton radio phrase that’s used for the film’s title, and the net result is moderate entertainment.
I Dood It is by Metro’s usual standards, not one of its best musicals, but that’s due mostly to the screenplay. While the plot of a musical can generally be accepted only as a cue for the song-and-dance, the failing is particularly apparent in Dood It. The yarn is too unbelievable, though the absurdities fashioned for Skelton have their compensations in the actual performance.
Story is a retake of an old situation, dealing with the love of a valet aide for a dancing star. Skelton courts Powell from a distance, a fashion plate through borrowing his customers’ clothes. Then follows a series of situations that find him mixed up in a ‘spite’ marriage with Powell, followed by his discovery and rout of a spy plot. It’s all very hectic and uncertain, but pretends to be nothing more than a vehicle for the comic’s fol-de-rol.