"A real piece of movie esoterica in which admittedly the quality of the whole is less than one might expect from the individual components. An object lesson, however, in what a good director can do to basically hackneyed material when he injects enthusiasm, skill, and a few personal jokes. Some incredibly zany pre-Hellzapoppin gags, a wild satire of Milestone's The General Died at Dawn, historically fascinating use of radio and vaudeville names of the period, and possibly the first real exploitation of the Betty Grable legs in a musical number. Silly, but VERY engaging." --W.K. Everson