The color is lush and dazzling, the cast is impressive, and the story is about as ridiculous as they come. In one of the most idiotic musicals ever conceived, Hayworth is put through her choreography like one might prod a reluctant cow, rendering this usually fine dancer awkward, clumsy,
and graceless as she attempts to dance to numbers that would baffle the Ritz Brothers. In this takeoff of HERE COMES MR. JORDAN (produced by Columbia in 1941), Hayworth is the Greek muse Terpsichore, who descends to earth to help out an ailing Broadway musical (the film being infected by the same
disease, stupidity) in which the nine Muses are being ridiculed in swingtime jazz--her...