I'm not sure there are any Broadway musicals that transfered well to the big screen other than The Music Man. The over-rated duds certainly out-number the gems. And then there are the outright dogs.
In this particular dog, Howard Keel plays, um, a hyper-active semi-r3trded Baghdadian. Vic Damone has the screen presence of a turnip and he can't even hit his mark; in one scene he cuts off an extra walking through.
There are a couple of women singers I don't care about. I loathe that fake operatic singing. It should have been left behind with Irene Dunne's performance in the early Showboat.
FF'ing through the terrible story to get to the musical numbers didn't help. The whole thing sounds and feels about as Arabian as a NY Rangers hockey game.
In this particular dog, Howard Keel plays, um, a hyper-active semi-r3trded Baghdadian. Vic Damone has the screen presence of a turnip and he can't even hit his mark; in one scene he cuts off an extra walking through.
There are a couple of women singers I don't care about. I loathe that fake operatic singing. It should have been left behind with Irene Dunne's performance in the early Showboat.
FF'ing through the terrible story to get to the musical numbers didn't help. The whole thing sounds and feels about as Arabian as a NY Rangers hockey game.