“Rosalie”
1937
I didn’t like the eternally bland duo of Nelson Eddy and Jeanette MacDonald, but pairing Eddy with the toothy Eleanor Powell made even less sense, especially in this eye-poppingly lavish spectacle that schizophrenically veers between astounding visuals and stupefying content. Critics generally agreed that the shoddy plot becomes victimized by the large sets. The audience was crushed as well.
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