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Dottie Lamour is at it again, fellows, sarong and all, making love to no less than two scantily clad Polynesians. This time technicolor adds its bit and helps to make the movie better than the rest of Dottie's gone-native series. Other factors that raise this above the ordinary are: a better than average story of tropic love, hate, and retribution; a good cast of supporting actors, especially Lynne Overman; and a very realistic sequence of the eruption of a volcano, fully as terrifying as the eruption in Fantasia's "Rites of Spring...
...spite of an unusually strenuous schedule of extracurricular activities in Hollywood's better night clubs, Paulette Goddard remains one of this department's favorite cinema characters. La Goddard with a twinkle in her eye "gives" more than Ann Sheridan with or without sarong, to mix a metaphor. In Second Chorus, her latest picture, which co-stars her with Fred Astaire, the twinkle is still very much in evidence to the great gratification of all citizens of Brooklyn (her birth-place) and other parts of the United States...
...sight of flesh-&-blood performers, singing, dancing, míming, Lolly sits nervously at a desk backstage, interrupts to read newsy telegrams. When possible she answers audience questions on her age ("neither as old as May Robson nor as young as Shirley Temple"), whether Dorothy Lamour's sarong has a zipper. Before she is through she will visit Philadelphia, Detroit, Cleveland, Chicago, bear out the observation of her archenemy, Columnist Hedda Hopper, who once cracked: "They ought to change the old adage to 'Be a columnist and see the world...
...bath. A few double-crosses and prison breaks fail to thrill, except once when Tyrone almost gets killed. The most exciting scene in the movie, in fact, is one in which Dotty uses a bit of a dance as an excuse to assume a very effective substitute for her sarong of old and to reveal somewhat more than two inches above her knees--which fits in with the general tenor of the show in not appealing to one's intellectual perceptions. The drama closes with a honey of a finale when Scarlett O'-Lamour stages a walkout, leaving the audience...
That famed sarong happens not to appear here, but Lamour's glamour neither gains nor loses. Nothing else is missing. The "South Sea" accent remembered about half the time, the scene with the villainous dancing partner and his bull-whip, the application to the great yellow moon sung heath the weeping willow tree--all are in the familiar pattern. The artificial eyelashes flutter and Miss Lamour reestablishes her position as a close second to the Lampoon's Sheridan in Hollywood's March of Crime...