Cole Porter's insufferable lyrics weigh the score in the wrong direction. As if it wasn't all about the dancing - I would rank three numbers (Cyd's dress-up dance, the final duo dance, and Ritz RollnRock) very, very highly. Also, I wouldn't trade that absurd image of Peter Lorre for the world.
on perspective, this musical remake of 1939 Lubitsch's Ninotchka fails to justify it's existence. The musical numbers work, most of the times, like fillers, albeit 1 or 2 of them being visually rich; the intelligent comedy —reason of the 1939 genious — is almost washed away, and it has a miscasted wonderful dancer (Cyd Charisse), and her "father" Astaire. It lacks in energy. Silly Silk Stockings.