Rather ill-conceived and condescending Fox musical study of "river folk," meaning mindless Southerners who overreact to perceived slights and say "dad-blamed" a lot. River lad Joel McCrea, always appealing but playing a really unlikable leading man, marries "land girl" Barbara Stanwyck, none too bright herself, then high-tails it to Europe on his wedding night when he mistakenly thinks he's killed Victor Kilian, who got fresh with his bride. Walter Brennan's his superannuated dad; if you like Brennan's style of corn pone and shtick you'll like him here, but I don't. Stanwyck, surprisingly believing the lies of citified Walter Catlett, follows him to New Orleans, then has second thoughts, and ends up washing dishes in Minna Gombell's cafe, where she also harmonizes with Tony Martin and soft-shoes a bit with Buddy Ebsen. I love Stanwyck, but singing and dancing really aren't her fortes, and one is constantly aware that she's more intelligent than the woman she's playing. More interesting is a scowling, Joan-Crawford-looking Katherine de Mille, as her nasty rival. There are some nice musical interludes, notably an elaborate "St. Louis Blues" with the Hall Johnson Choir, but the plot meanderings are arbitrary and the ending's never in doubt. Nicely photographed, with an impressive river storm near the end.
Review of Banjo on My Knee
