Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator

Honestly? Probably not, unless you have a weird obsession with early musical comedies or you’re researching the history of awkward screen chemistry. If you love stiff performances and plots that move at the speed of a tired snail, you might get a kick out of this. Anyone looking for genuine emotional stakes or actual wit will likely be checking their watch every five minutes. 🥱
The whole setup is one of those classic 'singer becomes a governess' tropes that feels like it was written on the back of a napkin. It’s supposed to be charming, but it mostly just feels like a chore. The aristocrat guy is so wooden he might as well be a piece of furniture in the background.
There are these moments where the movie just stops dead for a song. It’s almost impressive how little these musical interludes have to do with the actual story. I kept wondering if the actors were just as bored as I was, waiting for the music to end so they could get back to their painfully rehearsed dialogue. 🎶
Bernice Claire is trying her best, really. But the script keeps pulling the rug out from under her. Some of the scenes with the kid are just… weirdly cold. It's like nobody involved knew how to talk to a child, so they just had them stand there looking confused.
It definitely lacks the spark of a better film like Babe Comes Home. That movie at least knew how to have a bit of fun with its premise. Here, it feels like everyone is walking on eggshells, terrified of doing anything that might be remotely spontaneous.
There is this one reaction shot that lingers for maybe three seconds too long. You can see the actor trying to remember his next line. It’s a small, human moment, but it’s probably the most honest thing in the whole movie. 🎥
Don't expect a masterpiece. It’s a thin, dusty little thing that probably should have stayed in the vault. If you're looking for something with more bite, you'd be better off digging up something like Ladies Love Brutes instead. At least that one has a pulse.
It’s not bad, exactly. It’s just… empty. Like a room with all the furniture taken out.