Strike Me Pink (1936)

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Eddie Cantor

Eddie Pink

Ethel Merman

Joyce Lennox

Sally Eilers

Claribel Higg

Harry Einstein

Parkyakarkus
(as Parkyakarkus)

William Frawley

Mr. Copple

The Goldwyn Girls

Dancers

Helen Lowell

Hattie 'Ma' Carson
(as Helene Lowell)

Gordon Jones

Butch Carson

Brian Donlevy

Vance

Jack La Rue

Mr. Thrust
(as Jack LaRue)

Sunnie O'Dea

Sunnie

Dona Drake

Mademoiselle Fifi
(as Rita Rio)

Edward Brophy

Killer

Sid Fields

Chorley Lennox
(as Sidney H. Fields)

Don Brodie

Mr. Marsh

Charles McAvoy

Mr. Selby

Stanley Blystone

Miller

Duke York

Smiley

Le saviez-vous

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Anecdotes
According to contemporary articles in the New York Times and Variety, Clarence Budington Kelland wrote his story as a vehicle for Harold Lloyd. The novel was serialized in The Saturday Evening Post from May 25 to June 29, 1935.

Gaffes
In the dance number around 1:14:30, during the shot from above where the circle of women in white are trading places with men in black, the couple in the upper right run into each other and fail to complete the spin. The lady especially breaks into laughter and shakes her head, as her partner laughs and looks around (probably looking for someone to shout cut).

Citations
Eddie Pink: Dead men don't hiccup.

Connexions
Featured in Broadway: The American Musical (2004)

Bandes originales
First You Have Me High (Then You Have Me Low)
(1935) (uncredited)
Music by Harold Arlen
Lyrics by Lew Brown
Sung by Ethel Merman and danced by chorus including The Goldwyn Girls
Also sung by Eddie Cantor a cappella

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4/10

I usually like Eddie Cantor. And this has an agreeable supporting cast. But I found this a chore. Yes, the Dreamland amusement park is appealing. And it has some wonderful Harold Arlen songs. I love the one he and Ethel Merman sing about retiring to a farm. What a funny image that conjures up!

Merman is believable as a nightclub singer. But she isn't believable as a heartthrob. The dancing is fine but I found it hard not to compare it to the Warner's Berekely movies. And in comparison, it does not fare well.

Cantor's movies often have a strange charm. They're goofy but lovable. This one works way too hard. The final sequence seemed inept. I kept thinking how fabulous it would have been with Buster Keaton. Or with Harold Lloyd. With Cantor, it was as light as a cement cream puff.