The Stars Are Singing

A horrible product of that horrible decade, this oppressively wholesome movie stars a seventeen-year-old playing a fifteen-year-old dressed as someone half her age and addressed as "little girl" (a decade earier, Linda Darnell, at sixteen, was making love on screen with Tyrone Power.) Rosemary Clooney, a Doris Day clone, sings her big hit, the slinky "Come on a My House," but is otherwise routine. Nothing to suggest the very dark side that led her to marry Jose Ferrer, especially as she is always wearing outfits that make her look like the leader of a girl-scout troop.

Two youngish actors playing Rosie's friends were, fortunately, never heard from again, particularly the one who acts as if he is on speed while acting in a children's TV show. He has THREE scenes with his dog which are supposed to be funny because he keeps commanding the dog, who does nothing. This is just as funny as when someone you know does it.

Then there is another guy who loves Rosie but tells her that she is not normal because she wants to be a singer rather than marry him and have lots of kids. At the end they are together, so good luck with that, Rosie.