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One Hundred Men and a Girl by Henry Koster
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DVD Cover InformationActor: Adolphe Menjou, Alice Brady, Deanna Durbin, Eugene Pallette, Leopold Stokowski Director: Henry Koster Cinematographer: Joseph A. Valentine Producer: Charles R. Rogers Producer: Joe Pasternak Writer: Bruce Manning Writer: Charles Kenyon Writer: Hanns Kräly Writer: James Mulhauser DVD: Region Code 2 Audio: English (Unknown); English (Original Language) Format: PAL Picture Format: 1.33:1 Running Time: 84 minutes
Movie Reviews of One Hundred Men and a GirlMovie Review: Okey Dokey, Stokie! Summary: 4 Stars
The "One Hundred Men and a Girl" of the title are, respectively, the unemployed musicians who form a symphony orchestra in the hope of finding a sponsor and the plucky flibbertigibbet who, through her guileless charm and moxie, brings them together with Leopold Stokowski. It's all incredibly far-fetched and corny, but it's an extremely likeable picture. It is notable for the respect it pays to classical music: in "One Hundred Men and a Girl," music actually matters; the out-of-work musicians are heroic figures who retain their nobility despite the holes in their shoes, the shine on their suits and the stains on their hats; the audiences who attend classical music concerts in this picture listen with rapt attention and respond enthusiastically at the end; when broadcasting plutocrat Eugene Pallette falls asleep at a concert (he's the only character in the entire movie who does), the joke is on him, rather than on the music: it is comic evidence of his vulgarity. As the intrepid "Patsy" Cardwell, Deanna Durbin sparkles more than is absolutely necessary, but she's a competent little actress, and she is surrounded by a fine supporting cast that includes Adolph Menjou, Eugene Pallette, Alice Brady, Mischa Auer and, of course, Leopold Stokowski. Stokowski is the real surprise here: he turns in a first rate performance that is both witty and subtle and, finally, quite moving. The picture loses steam only when Miss Durbin is invited to sing, which happens no less than thrice; each time she performs, she does so before an increasingly august and admiring public. Even Stokie confesses that her voice is "remarkable." (It would be interesting to know how much Universal Studios paid him to tell such an outrageous fib.) Her voice twitters without ever becoming air-borne. Coloratura passages turn to mush in her throat. The entire movie is so cheerfully diverting that watching it feels rather like spending a pleasant afternoon at an ant-free, cloudless picnic over which Miss Durbin occasionally casts her vocal wet blanket.
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