Delightful story of working women in patriarchy. Given the era's restrictive norms (Arzner was the only woman director in 30s Hlywd) the ending predictably reinforces conservative gender roles. Yet moments pierce through the patriarchal veneer: the peculiarly menacing wind on stage, the odd bipolarism of Judy's love interest, Judy confronting her male audience, the refusal to demonize Bubbles for her opportunism etc.
Una película que vale solo por ese discurso final de una de sus protagonistas y la secuencia de lucha. "Baila, muchacha..." es dispersa a propósito de la suma de conflictos (un divorcio, una aspiración, una rivalidad tardía) incluso ocasionadas entre los personajes secundarios.
On the back of a double bill with The Wild Party this feels decidedly more conventional. Its attempt to balance a looser comedy with aspirational drama is interestingly echoed by its depiction of the prestige of ballet with the popular scintillating routines. That Arzner allows both forms to coexist speaks to her democracy, but it doesn't always make for great viewing. Some interesting ideas but a tad generic.