I thought Blue Skies was a bit of a bust. It's a juke with a bunch of Irving Berlin songs. Fine. And some of the numbers are good. I really liked "Heat Wave", for example, and how can you not be in love with Astaire dancing "Puttin' on the Ritz"? But the plot is such a downer. A love triangle where Bing can't settle down and Astaire is not interesting but Joan Caulfield can't settle for boring and stable and only loves the restless one. The Berlin numbers are shoehorned into this dumb plot in ways that don't seem very creative. I dunno. This whole thing just felt sorta phoned in.
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