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Girl Crazy (M.G.M.) shows Judy Garland all buoyed up by Mickey Rooney. There are also Tommy Dorsey's band, which sets the pace for some stupefying dance routines, a comic girl (Nancy Walker) who talks like a Brooklyn Dodger in skirts, and a musicomic plot...
...adolescent rakehell from the East, is sent west to Cody College for a semester in celibacy. Cinemactor Rooney is comically slapped around by cowboys and horses until he learns his lesson, saves the college from folding by staging a coeducational rodeo, wins the dean's niece (Judy Garland), and escorts her through a western omelet of dance routines to the strains of I Got Rhythm...
...cinemaddicts by obviously feeling as cocky as he acted. Now it is simply an act. He has acquired the detachment of a veteran vaudevillian. He is a natural dancer and comedian, and his little parlor tricks-especially one burlesque broadcast-are a pleasure to watch. Even better is Judy Garland. As sung by Cinemactress Garland, Embraceable You and Bidin' My Time become hits all over again, and the new But Not For Me sounds like another. Her presence is open, cheerful, warming. If she were not so profitably good at her own game, she could obviously be a dramatic...
George Jessel helpfully reminded them that even when spelled right their name sounded "too much like crumb, dumb and gum." He suggested that they cabbage the name of his good friend, then the New York World-Telegram's drama critic, Robert Garland. One Gumm sister, aged 11, decided to make a clean sweep. Hoagy Carmichael's Judy was a song she liked just then, so Frances Gumm has been Judy Garland ever since...
...Town. Benny Carter cultivates Honeysuckle Rose for elegant Lena Home. Frank Morgan pretends to be a doctor, gets slap-happy in his examination of Ann Sothern, Lucille Ball and Marsha Hunt, who want to be WAVES. Red Skelton is a soda jerker with an allergy for ice cream. Judy Garland makes scat-singing like "Tchai-tchai-tchaikovsky" bearable in Let There Be Music. Senor Iturbi, forced by the curious exigencies of the screen to prove that he is almost anything else but a ranking pianist, trots out some fair boogie-woogie, takes care to play nothing worth hearing...