The ever-endearing Ginger Rogers plays a socialite sculptress who rejects one suitor after another until she realizes that she's always been in love with a boy with whom she played kissing games at a childhood party, a boy who's grown up to become a fireman. She comes to this realization as the boy of her dreams literally materializes from one of her dreams as an adult dressed in the Indian costume he wore at the party. Of course, the plot is much more convoluted than I describe, but that's the gist.
Cornell Wilde does well in the dual role of the annoying and persistent Indian "George" and the likable but reluctant fireman "Johnny". How Rogers' "Victoria" comes to find her fireman, shed her Indian, and dump her latest fiancé "Oliver" (Ron Randell) constitutes roughly the second half of the film. Wilde's "Indian" makes the going in the first half a bit tedious due to its incredibility. Nevertheless, it all concludes quite satisfactorily, as movies of this genre and time are wont to do.
One should mention that all supporting players do just as well in their roles as the leads, which is quite a feat, given the unbelievable material with which they had to work.
Cornell Wilde does well in the dual role of the annoying and persistent Indian "George" and the likable but reluctant fireman "Johnny". How Rogers' "Victoria" comes to find her fireman, shed her Indian, and dump her latest fiancé "Oliver" (Ron Randell) constitutes roughly the second half of the film. Wilde's "Indian" makes the going in the first half a bit tedious due to its incredibility. Nevertheless, it all concludes quite satisfactorily, as movies of this genre and time are wont to do.
One should mention that all supporting players do just as well in their roles as the leads, which is quite a feat, given the unbelievable material with which they had to work.