Damsels in Distress

More or less inept, which is really a bummer to say because a) I generally love Whit, and b) his writing is as good as ever. Poor Greta - she crumbles under the weight of his dialogue. So much so that the only time we get a sense of what an electric performer she is is when she's dancing. The worst part is that "Damsels" may abort a future "Metropolitan" fan or two.