From an age when they wore taco bowls on their heads.
The essence of Rhythm in the Clouds (1937) is light-hearted whimsical farce. Failing song-writer Judy bluffs her way into the apartment of acclaimed song-writer Phil Hale, and, finding him away on vacation, appropriates his name as co-writer on songs she has written. On the strength of that faux-collaboration, her songs are taken up by a radio station and one of its sponsors, the Duchess de Lovely. Yeah, no kidding. From there it becomes a farce of missed connections, misunderstandings, fumbled words, and, of course, a happy ending.
However, the pacing is far too placid to really emphasize the important parts, and the whole story feels very artificial. An artifact from another era, it took me roughly a month to watch, and it only lasts an hour. Don’t waste your time on this unless you have an historical reason to see it.
