At my age (er, low 80s) this movie is particularly meaningful, reminding us of the fun we had btv (before television) as our imaginations and spirit of fun were fed with the likes of the stars of this movie, all radio folk (all NBC).
I was 14 when I hied my tail to the 43rd Street Theater, a small movie house in my neighborhood that specialized in 'B' fare. I loved it.
"Here We Go Again" was pure (in more ways than one) fun as it brought our radio favorites to the screen.
The musical portions were most enjoyable and the characters were a delight.
Fibber and Molly were lovable and fun, Bergen and company were delightful, as was Hal Peary as Gildy (later replace by Willard Waterman (?) who looked and sounded like Peary. The lesser known characters, such as Mabel Randolph as uppity Mrs. Uppington - all of them, were wonderful.
Musically, Ginny Simms was one of the best singers of the '40s, and Ray Noble and his band were enjoyable (not enough of them). On Bergen's radio show the Brit was the butt of McCarthyism. (Charlie not Joe, although both were dummies).
I would have loved to hear their between scenes conversations.
One reviewer, psewizzrp-1, or something like that, reviewed this movie as if it was a Hitchcock thriller in need of analyzing.
He needs analyzing. He spelled 'tires' - 'tyres' -- 'whining' came out as 'whinging' (???}. And story came out as 'storey'.
If he were to review a movie about cats, he would probably refer to them as kats.
Before your next negative criticism, bub, bring your second grade spelling book with you.
Anyway, most of the critics enjoyed this fluffy movie. For me, it was a delightful trip down memory lane.
I was 14 when I hied my tail to the 43rd Street Theater, a small movie house in my neighborhood that specialized in 'B' fare. I loved it.
"Here We Go Again" was pure (in more ways than one) fun as it brought our radio favorites to the screen.
The musical portions were most enjoyable and the characters were a delight.
Fibber and Molly were lovable and fun, Bergen and company were delightful, as was Hal Peary as Gildy (later replace by Willard Waterman (?) who looked and sounded like Peary. The lesser known characters, such as Mabel Randolph as uppity Mrs. Uppington - all of them, were wonderful.
Musically, Ginny Simms was one of the best singers of the '40s, and Ray Noble and his band were enjoyable (not enough of them). On Bergen's radio show the Brit was the butt of McCarthyism. (Charlie not Joe, although both were dummies).
I would have loved to hear their between scenes conversations.
One reviewer, psewizzrp-1, or something like that, reviewed this movie as if it was a Hitchcock thriller in need of analyzing.
He needs analyzing. He spelled 'tires' - 'tyres' -- 'whining' came out as 'whinging' (???}. And story came out as 'storey'.
If he were to review a movie about cats, he would probably refer to them as kats.
Before your next negative criticism, bub, bring your second grade spelling book with you.
Anyway, most of the critics enjoyed this fluffy movie. For me, it was a delightful trip down memory lane.