James Cagney, just as manic and insane as he'd be in Billy Wilder's "One Two Three" about 25 years later. One can only sit back and marvel at this guy. Joan Blondell is a perfect co-star for him...she matches his rat-a-tat-tat dialogue on every beat. The overhead shot of the chorus girls on the fountain never ceases to take my breath away.
80 years after its release, FOOTLIGHT PARADE has become something it never really intended to be; a time capsule for a nearly forgotten piece of film history - the live prologue. The rapid fire dialogue is just as sharp and fresh as ever, and Berkeley's dazzling choreography remains the most stunning ever produced. It's a dizzying, delightful feat of Depression-era escapism. One of the greatest musicals of all time.
Talking pictures are killing musical comedies on the stage so James Cagney invents the short musical prologue played live before the movies. It works but for how long because, to my knowledge, these musical prologues can only be seen on movies nowadays, precisely on the media that killed them. Mise en abyme at its best. Cagney, Blondell, Powell, Keeler: I miss you. Masterpiece.
Being no fan of musicals or cool American businessmen, I really had a tough time getting into this film. It contains some horrible humor and annoying acting, but once you accept that, the film is actually quite creative. Especially the two shows at the end are very nice. "By a waterfall" features a beautiful, timeless piece of choreography, followed by the bizarre and innuendo filled "Honeymoon Hotel".