Jane Withers and her wee doggy arrive at Ellis Island from the Old Sod. Begorrah, if she isn't going to live with her dear old Mommy in New York. But, Saints preserve us, she learns that her dear mother was taken ill. "Ahh, me mother's sick and she NEEDS me," chirps Withers and promptly escapes from the immigrations officers and tries to find her Mommie -- too late! "Patty, dear, Oi have something to tell ye," says Ur-Mother Jane Darwell.
Withers becomes an entertainer, and you ought to hear her sing, "With a Twinkle In Your Eye" in the lilting inflections that regurgitate -- I mean resuscitate -- images and memories of the Emerald Isle. (PS: That's Ireland.) Ah, but there's many a slip twixt the cup and the lip. Doesn't her dog get captured by the hard-hearted dog catcher?
I'm after telling you that if you can sit through this almost unbearably sentimental and impossibly clichéd and pandering flick, sure and you're the kind of person that would welcome a session with the orthodontist and I'll not be holding it against you. Each man to his own taste, I say. That's me motto. If only the Irish stew weren't a bit off for being a week and a half on the stove. And the gravy so clotted you could trot a mouse on it. The Borgias could do better.
Also in movie is beautiful girl, Rita Hayworth, call by name Tamara Petrovitch, so viewer know is goink to be Russian family with at least one relative who mangle English language until is only barely interpretatabilifull. Uncle Mischa run restaurant where specialty of house beink borscht wit E. coli sauce and full plate stereotype. In 1935 is not so much Nev York Russian. Today is Brighton Beach full.
I don't know whatever happened to good old-fashioned family movies like this one, "The Bluebells of Scotland," "Lassie Come Home," and "Andy Hardy Discovers His Fist." Where did it all go?
Withers becomes an entertainer, and you ought to hear her sing, "With a Twinkle In Your Eye" in the lilting inflections that regurgitate -- I mean resuscitate -- images and memories of the Emerald Isle. (PS: That's Ireland.) Ah, but there's many a slip twixt the cup and the lip. Doesn't her dog get captured by the hard-hearted dog catcher?
I'm after telling you that if you can sit through this almost unbearably sentimental and impossibly clichéd and pandering flick, sure and you're the kind of person that would welcome a session with the orthodontist and I'll not be holding it against you. Each man to his own taste, I say. That's me motto. If only the Irish stew weren't a bit off for being a week and a half on the stove. And the gravy so clotted you could trot a mouse on it. The Borgias could do better.
Also in movie is beautiful girl, Rita Hayworth, call by name Tamara Petrovitch, so viewer know is goink to be Russian family with at least one relative who mangle English language until is only barely interpretatabilifull. Uncle Mischa run restaurant where specialty of house beink borscht wit E. coli sauce and full plate stereotype. In 1935 is not so much Nev York Russian. Today is Brighton Beach full.
I don't know whatever happened to good old-fashioned family movies like this one, "The Bluebells of Scotland," "Lassie Come Home," and "Andy Hardy Discovers His Fist." Where did it all go?