If you like Farrell and Gaynor, all right; if not, all wrong. This time we are just graduating form college, and we want to go to New York, us two and Ginger Rogers and another fellow to become actresses, sob sisters, crooners, lawyers, or what have you. Us four are going to stick together through thick and thin, but the eternal triangle turns into a quadrilateral, and many embarrassing situations and mutual seductions occur. Still, all does end happily, and we clinch in the living room of our rich benefactor, just overcome with the prospect of a little white cottage in the country.
Then comes a stage show the more to weary the spectator. The "International Revue," which begins with little girls dressed in shamrocks singing, strangely enough, "The Campbells are Coming," continues through a series of international scenes of varying merit ending up with a really good chorus doing a gypsy dance. The merry maestros of the Metropolitan however must needs ruin the effect by bringing out two gentlemen on tux pants and pajama tops to do a rather poor and conventionalized series of acrobatics. They are then followed in their efforts by a half hour with a company of Japanese jugglers, neither startlingly good nor remarkably poor. Still, it is 20 degrees cooler inside.