Starlit Days at the Lido: A weird, pool-side commercial from MGM

Is this even a movie?

Honestly, you could probably skip this unless you’re deep into the history of MGM’s marketing machine. If you’re looking for a narrative, you’re going to be frustrated. But, if you like watching people from the 1930s pretend they're at the coolest pool party in California, you might find it charming in a totally bizarre way. People who need a beginning, middle, and end will probably want to turn it off within five minutes. It’s not really a film; it’s a mood piece for a brand.

The whole thing takes place at the Lido Lounge. It’s bright, it’s loud, and there’s an orchestra that seems to be playing 24/7. Reggy Denny walks around playing the manager, and he’s basically just a glorified host at a fancy restaurant. He keeps pointing at people and going, "Look, it’s so-and-so!" It feels a lot less like a story and a lot more like a guided tour of a backlot.

There are these random novelty acts that interrupt the "hanging out" vibe. One minute you're watching someone dive into the pool with perfect form, and the next, some singer is suddenly standing there. It’s all very abrupt. There’s no transition, no reason for it, just *poof*—here’s a song. It reminded me a bit of the frantic energy in Footlights, where you’re just waiting to see who pops out next.

The bathing beauties are everywhere. They’re diving, walking, and posing near the tables like they’re part of the furniture. You can almost feel the studio head shouting at the director to put more "glamour" on screen. It’s funny how they try to make this corporate showcase feel like a spontaneous party. You can practically hear the script supervisor checking off boxes on a clipboard.

Some of the acting feels so stiff, especially when they’re trying to act like they’re having a "swell time" with a drink in their hand. It’s not exactly the gritty realism you get in something like The Wet Parade, but then again, that wasn't the point, was it? They aren't trying to change the world here; they’re trying to sell you a ticket to a lifestyle.

Odd observations:

• The orchestra doesn't seem to get tired. Ever.
• I’m pretty sure some of the background extras are just wandering around looking for the craft services table.
• The lighting makes everyone look like they’ve been dipped in butter, which I guess is the point.
• Reggy Denny’s smile starts to look a little painful after the third introduction.

By the time it wraps up, you’re left with this weird, fuzzy feeling. It’s totally empty, yet I couldn't stop watching. It’s like watching a commercial from eighty years ago. You know you’re being sold to, but you kind of enjoy the ride anyway. Just don't go in expecting a masterpiece.