Plodding hokum enlivened by bright songs. The cinematography is luminous if otherworldly in its gaudy pallet. Zinnemann, rather like David Lean with a poly-genre ability, handles things with steadiness rather than invention, although the property stymies much else. Stagey am-dram.
What would this embalmed movie be like without Rod Steiger and, especially, Gloria Grahame? She should have been given more comic opportunities after delivering this witty "Ado Annie." Zinnemann gives it his all but there was only so much he could do with Rodgers and Hammerstein squatting squarely on the set to protect their "baby."