Hayworth is lovely. A 5 star film, but I feel like Silvers was miscast and is quite annoying here. Deducting one star, othewise a joy from start to finish. Scene with Kelly dancing with himself is must see
This one shouldn't be as good (the unremarkable Charles Vidor, Phil Silvers as one of the worst sidekicks I can remember) but, by sticking to some backstage musical tropes, playing intelligently with the flashback structure in style in the 40s and amping up the formal extravaganza it becomes a valuable object from the "Old Hollywood Going Slightly Weird" gallery.
A film about objectification, desire, ambition, regret, jealousy, the thrill of performance; about doing something for the love of it & not for the fame. On-stage drama spills out behind the scenes; sense of joie de vivre, traces of Cocteau (as Kelly breaks the mirrored illusion of the screen to free himself of the id) & pure romanticism lead to a visual spectacle far greater than anything in today's CG blockbusters.