At the U.T.
Breaking all records for dullness of plot, static action, and generally bad performances, the latest issuance from the gloomy den of the Twentieth Century foxes is one of the most puerile movies ever to mesmerize a squirming audience. Newly blonde Vivian Blaine, Adler-elevated Perry Como, and hat-heavy Carmen Miranda stumble through ninety confused minutes of political campaigns and corny musical numbers untempered by the inclusion of Harry James' fine trumpet and the funny gags of Phil Silvers. "If I'm Lucky" is a sleepy picture that certainly does not deserve its feature spot on the program.
Mysteriously billed as the rider, "A Scandal in Paris" is a far more satisfactory show, and, in the absence of a cartoon, is the only obstacle between the U.T. patrons and three hours of fitful slumber. Arthur Pressburg's screen adaptation of the escapades of Francois Vidoque, 19th century lover and second story man extraordinaire, does not wallow in the mire of an uncoordinated plot, hopefully punctuated with gags, but relies on well developed comedy of situation in an interesting and smoothly flowing story. Ably supported by Akim Tamiroff, handsome George Sanders filches ladies' garters and coffers of jewels between kisses to become one of the first men in history to put love on a paying basis. Beginning with their escape from prison when they are enlisted to pose for a fresco of St. George and the Dragon, the Mutt and Jeff team adroitly carries the plot through the various sequences to its culmination in an cerie death struggle over money.
Carol Landis exploits her husky voice and graceful curves successfully as a tawdry silhouette dancer and Signe Hasso is excellent as the pretty young thing a reformed George Sanders eventually marries. Compared to the supposed feature, "A Scandal in Paris" is an entertaining picture, spoiled only by the mouldy taste "If I'm Lucky" leaves in the mouths of the audience.