Review of Painting the Clouds with Sunshine

I agree with the other reviewers that the good production values of Fifties musicals made these formula pictures tolerable; the dancing, the dated but okay singing, the cross-eyed beauty of Virginia Mayo, whom I had heard of only as a mediocre actress in B pictures. Unfortunately, this is such a compendium of tiresome stereotypes that I just couldn't stand it. Three women (always referred to as girls, of course). portrayed as whores who are looking to trade their favours for money, i.e rich husbands whose only attraction is money, end up falling for the male leads who don't all have money. A German immigrant with hideously fractured English. Wallace Ford chewing the rug, floors, walls and ceiling as a rootin' tootin' cowpoke (real Texans would puke). A straight arrow Bostonian, humourless and rigid, seduced by a blonde. One of the things I like best about feminism is that I live in a culture where women can build careers and self-worth all by themselves, and selling yourself to a man for money is no longer considered lotsa fun.