A Jerome Kern-Johnny Mercer score, Fred Astaire and Rita Hayworth on the dancing and singing end, and Xavier Cugat’s crack rhumba band for the musical didoes are certainly an excellent combination of entertainment vitamins.
In a nutshell, the yarn concerns the efforts of hotel magnate Menjou to get his daughter (Rita Hayworth) interested in romance. His eldest daughter has already been married and until the next in line, Hayworth, takes the plunge, his two lovesick youngest girls must wait.
This is purely escapist screen fare – a song here, a dance there and Buenos Aires for a background. There isn’t even a hint of the war, and that is some compensation for the few slow spots in the story’s unfolding.
Hayworth has never been portrayed lovelier or more talented than she is here.