Hollaender, and Dietrich--and little else?
Do you think it's unfair of me to say that this film is really pretty dull, with the exception of the three magical musical moments of Dietrich and Hollaender at the piano?
I think, especially, "Black Market," is extraordinary music, and performed to a crisp.
Mind you, I *LIKE* Jean Arthur--and I think her sweet little monologue about how love showed up in her life, all white sails on the horizon, would have been marvellously touching in a more substantial film.
As it is, though, I find the whole film a dopey bore--with these gem-like cabaret songs embedded inside it, that are so good, it's worth sitting through the rest!
Fire away.