Alexander Hall, the director of "Here Comes Mr. Jordan", tried to give his old movie a new look by changing it into a musical. It must have sounded like a good idea at the times. The only problem was that this is not as charming as the model in which "Down to Earth" is based on. While the model picture seemed light and inspired, this one doesn't fare as well.

In theory, Larry Parks and Rita Hayworth, would have been a match made in heaven. Both were at the top of their fame. Larry Parks was a good actor who could act and sing as well and Rita Hayworth was a joy to watch, no matter in what vehicle. Somehow, the sparks both actors should have given their fans don't materialize, perhaps because of the way it unfolds on the screen.

There are some unexpected pleasures in the film, although not the unremarkable music. On the other hand, Rita Hayworth is quite good as the Muse who decides to take matters on her own and comes back to show Danny Miller how to stage his musical for the theater. Ms. Hayworth is at her most ravishing self dressed by Jean Louis and looking like the goddess she was! Larry Parks tries to be the suave musical theater man that falls in love with his Terpsichore.

The supporting cast is excellent. James Gleason, who played in the original film, here is seen as a theatrical agent. Roland Culver is the Mr. Jordan, who arranges the trip down to earth. The incomparable Edward Everett Horton is seen as the guardian angel, or Messenger 7013, who is made to follow Terpsichore/Kitty provoking some funny situations. William Frawley plays a small part.

This is a film to watch to see the gorgeous Rita Hayworth as the top of her profession.

Wow, Columbia Pictures really shocked me with how this film began. Believe it or not, it is a sequel, of sorts, to "Here Comes Mr. Jordan". While the main character (Robert Montgomery) is not in the film, many of the other characters are--such as his friend and agent (James Gleason) and the angel (Edward Everett Horton). However, this time they are not dealing with an accidental death and how to rectify it but with the angry Terpsichore (Rita Hayworth). Apparently, this Muse got wind of a Broadway musical down on Earth in which she and the other gods are portrayed incorrectly! She asks Mr. Jordan is she can have permission to go to New York and fix this problem. Jordan agrees and sends his befuddled angel (Horton) along as her assistant and to be sure she doesn't break any rules in fixing the play.

While the producer does immediately fall under Terpsichore's spell and lets her re-write the play as well as star in it, there is a serious problem. The final product is just awful--sort of like a Wagnerian opera and Busby Berkeley hybrid that dumbfounded the audience--and effectively killed the show. While it was SUPPOSED to be bad, I can't see why the Columbia folks also insisted on showing so much of this bad play that was supposed to be bad! In other words, why torment the audience when they can just show tiny snippets and let us know the audience hated it--instead of making the movie audience wonder why the heck they went to see this when there was a perfectly good Clark Gable film playing down the street!! Too, too much...that's for sure! Well, despite the problems, this is only about midway through the film--so it's obvious that something will happen next. What this is and how the whole production is salvaged (if it is) is for you to see for yourself. However, it's not one of the better musicals of the era and is no where nearly as good as "Here Comes Mr. Jordan"--so you'll have to decide if it's worth it!

Oddly, practically everyone in this movie cannot sing--a serious problem as it's a musical!! Many of the characters were dubbed and while Rita Hayworth was gorgeous, it was silly to pick a lead who could sing (though she was a fantastic dancer). I think the reason she was used is because she was the studio chief's (Roy Cohn) pet actress--and he featured her in practically all of the studio's A-pictures during this era. I guess, in an odd way, I can understand this--but why use Larry Parks and a couple others who also couldn't sing?!

Aside from its very dubious views on the afterlife and theology, this is an enjoyable bit of fluff and no more--and certainly not a must-see. However, the main story idea was never good enough to have encouraged some idiots to remake it decades later as the god-awful "Xanadu". Aside from some good music, "Xanadu" should rank as one of the dumbest major studio films of the last 40 years!

This highly enjoyable sequel to "Here Comes Mr. Jordan" (and according to Hollywood legend, the inspiration for "Xanadou") is a colorful musical that gave Rita a chance to escape from the "Gilda" image created the year before. The seemingly haughty goddess Terpsicore goes "down to earth" with "oh-dear" angel Edward Everett Horton at head angel Roland Culver's request to supposedly stop a show about the muses of Mount Ponassus from being ridiculed in the public's eye. There, she takes on the leading role of the show (replacing disgruntled leading lady Adele Jergens) and gives producer Larry Parks a very hard time. When she finds human emotions and falls in love with him, realizing that he has laid his life on the line for this project, she decides to follow his rules and the show goes on. But after opening night, she has to honor her promise to the angels, which finds her emotionally distressed as she goes from being a Broadway diva to an unable to cry muse once again.

When Rita Hayworth smiles, men are transfixed by her beauty. Her long ravishing red hair, photographed to the max here, adds to her beauty. She can sing, dance, act, even charm the socks off the director in spite of being out to sabotage him. She wants to make the show "respectable" at first, but allows her emotions to take over her actions later on. Rita was Columbia's jewel in the crown by this time, and no expense was spared to make her a film goddess to rival the Greek one she portrays. Along for the ride are two hold-overs from "Here Comes Mr. Jordan"-EE Horton and agent Max (James Gleason). Mr. Gleason's character is more of a comical buffoon here than he was in the original film, walking through a moving set door at one point and becoming very befuddled by still being inside the theater. Roland Culver replaces Claude Rains as Mr. Jordan, and is acceptable, but no one can truly replace Mr. Rains in talent and on-screen magnetism.

Larry Parks ("The Jolson Story") is fine as the love interest, not sounding at all like Al Jolson here when he sings. Marc Platt, already a well-respected Broadway hoofer, does a fine job in the dance sequences, but in his conflict backstage with Hayworth, there is never any doubt who would come out the victor if Hayworth hadn't agreed to change her plans. He comes off more as an annoying sidekick to Parks due to his stiff acting. As for the musical numbers, the lyrics aren't always the greatest, even though the bad lyrics of the opening song, "For instance take a chick like me, they call me Terpsiquore", are meant to be parody. The bigamy song is probably the worst number, but "People Have More Fun" (set in New York's Gramercy Park) is fun, and "Let's Stay Young Forever" is very pretty. Look for William Frawley of "I Love Lucy" as the investigator questioning Gleason. While not as good as the two other big color musicals that year ("Mother Wore Tights" and "Good News"),it isn't as bad as critics wrote. I've seen it over 10 times in the past 30 years and enjoy it more than a lot of movies I saw as a child, then re-visited several times as an adult.

PS-Anybody know where I can get a copy of the song they mention, "Who hit Nellie in the belly with a flounder?"