There are some wonderful things in this, foremost Ella Fitzgerald and Peggy Lee spreading their special brands of magic, both are luminous. The music is good and Andy Devine, without his trademark voice, is a revelation in a gritty part as a dogged cop. Edmond O'Brien could play the venal gangster like few others. All these are highly enjoyable but stuck in the center is the absolutely awful Jack Webb, the man makes a blank wall look expressive and that a beauty like Janet Leigh would go to such lengths to catch him makes her seem either seriously misguided or a total idiot. Still for the great stuff contained within its worth at least a view.
Review of Pete Kelly's Blues
