mark.waltz
That's how William Powell's Emory Slade describes his reputation as a temperamental former star who becomes a Hollywood talent scout when 20th Century Fox plans a film version of the 1931 Broadway musical revue "The Band Wagon" (and which MGM later added a story and more of its songs to). Only a few of the Dietz and Schwartz songs are heard here before Fred Astaire and Cyd Charisse danced in the dark, and the storyline here is much darker, too.Powell plays an actor with many personal demons, very much unlike his most famous character of Nick Charles, and even darker than his Broadway mogul, Florenz Ziegfeld. Here, Powell is promoter, not producer, that role being given to the equally legendary Adolph Menjou, while Jean Hersholt (of the Oscar's Humanitarian Award) plays himself as the representative of the Motion Picture Aid Society determined to help the down on his luck but stubborn Powell.As for Betsy Drake as the young ingénue chosen for the lead in the musical, she is certainly lovely, but lacking in superstar magnetism. She is a fine singer and dancer, but I can't believe anybody would buy her as the next Judy Garland or Betty Grable (Cary Grant, maybe, but he married her...) The musical numbers are cut down to two separate segment "auditions"-one live ("New Sun in the Sky"), the other a filmed screen-test that is shown at the Chinese Grauman's where Drake sings and dances the title song and a bit of "I Love Louisa".As a musical, I recommend "The Band Wagon" far more than this, but this is a unique credit in Powell's career, one of his darker dramatic parts, and highly recommended for that. Mark Stevens seems out of place here as Drake's love interest, but there is an amusing cameo by future "Caged" matron Hope Emerson as Powell's gruff landlady.
GManfred
A forerunner of "The Band Wagon", "Dancing In The Dark" is a flop. It is strictly for die-hard Wm. Powell fans, for whom their idol can do no wrong. This potboiler of a picture does a lot of wrong, however, and lacks the charm and vitality of its descendant.Sorely missed is the terrific score of Schwartz & Dietz and the songs that are included are mishandled. The storyline plods along as though the screenwriters struggled to stay awake. The picture is further sabotaged by the boy/girl leads, who are 'B' actors and lack charisma and glamor. Mark Stevens is colorless and Betsy Drake is a wallflower and detract from the overall effectiveness of the story.The only reason to watch it is for the always dapper and magnetic William Powell who carries the film, such as it is, and does the best he can in a thankless part. Adolph Menjou, Walter Catlett and other veteran character actors are on hand to lend whatever help they can give but the cause is a lost one.This is a picture to watch if you are sick in bed. Put the remote on top of the TV, and you will feel so much better when you get up to change the channel.
stepale-1
To the person, I think her name was Blanche, who complained in her first sentence posted here that "Dancing in the Dark" was shot in black and white, I think she might want to get her television checked--the version broadcast on the Fox Movie Channel was in Technicolor. Also, I did not think Betsy Drake was that bad. Neither did Cary Grant. He was married to her at the time--and for the ten years after the movie was released. Ms. Drake's singing, on the other hand, was not so good. She was dubbed with someone else's voice, and it looked like they used a double for her in the dancing scenes as well. Betsy Drake is still among the living, by the way. She is now in London having given up acting to become a writer and a psychologist. Cary Grant left Ms. Drake for Sophia Loren, who, as it happened, would not marry him. She preferred Carlo Ponti.
blanche-2
Betsy Drake must have been "Dancing in the Dark" in this 1949 film starring William Powell, Mark Stevens, Adolph Menjou and Gene Hersholt. Black and white with not much budget, 20th Century Fox apparently used this movie musical to promote "The Prince of Foxes" (which they also didn't bother to shoot in color) rather than Betsy Drake. Nobody was doing her any favors by putting her in this film.William Powell plays a much hated has-been movie star named Emery Slade. Down on his luck and too proud to accept charity, he convinces Melville Crossman, the head of 20th Century Fox, that he can sign a Broadway star to a contract for a big film (not this one). The star is the daughter of his former show business partner. Fox puts him on as an agent and sends him to New York with a publicist, Bill Davis (Mark Stevens). Bill is in love with an aspiring performer, Julie Clarke (Drake). But she won't marry him until she's had her chance. Unbeknownst to Bill, Julie goes to see Slade to try and get an audition for the movie, not realizing that an item about it in the trade papers isn't really true. Drunk and half asleep, when Emery wakes up and sees Julie, he thinks she's an old girlfriend. There's a good reason for that. Maybe you can guess what it is. He did. Anyway, Emery discourages the Broadway star from taking the role and works with Julie so that Crossman will cast her.There are a couple of problems with this film. The first one is that it looks cheap. The second one is Betsy Drake. A pretty woman, Drake was only a fair actress, a non-dancer and a non-singer. So what is she doing in a musical playing an aspiring musical performer? Good question.William Powell is wasted here, as is Mark Stevens.At the end of the movie, there is a big premiere for "The Prince of Foxes." Crossman's office was apparently a replica of Zanuck's office, and name Melville Crossman was apparently a pseudonym that Darryl F. Zanuck used when he wrote scripts. I hope he didn't write this one.
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