A movie that was probably much more impactful if you had seen it when it came out since this kind of self-indicting story has become very vogue. It was still a lot of fun though. Lewis is a great example at how good direction can save not amazing source material. The camera moves and staging are very economical and when you start to realize there are only like 4 sets in the whole movie it gets even more impressive.
An odd movie, like a lot of more interesting movies at the time it is always seemingly at war with itself. One of the reasons I watched it was because I remembered Scorsese saying it was one of the things that inspired New York New York and that makes sense with the strained relationships. Still the whole does not live up to some of its parts, the best being Crosby singing to his abandoned child. For the most part this is a blandly directed piece that isn’t as funny as it thinks it is. One of the better Crosby performances I have seen, but an underused Astaire.