I Dood It Review
Those looking for some of the expected Vincente Minnelli magic won't find much of it in his I Dood It, but since has was brought on after filming had begun to salvage the project, that's to be expected. Dood may have been credited to Minnelli as director, but he was able to bring little of his customary grace and taste to the proceedings, which are firmly dominated by star Red Skelton and, to a somewhat lesser extent, by Eleanor Powell. It's not that Powell doesn't try to make the same impact as Skelton. She's in there with all her heart, giving that zillion-taps-a-minute that are expected of her, singing quite well and acting the tripe given to her as best she can. The problem is that Dood leans inexorably toward Skelton, so Powell's efforts don't have the effect they should. Skelton is certainly amusing, but he needs top drawer material, and he is definitely lacking that here. The gags are often good, but because the story and screenplay are so tired, they don't have a real context and therefore don't land the way they need to. There are some fine individual moments, including some beauteous singing by the beauteous Lena Horne, but the whole of the haphazard, sloppy Dood is very definitely less than the sum of its parts. Craig Butler, Rovi
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